update: today is Kenneth and I are celebrating another glorious monthesary! it's our official 25th month together as your favorite couple. bwahahahaha.
In all seriousness, despite all the crap that sometimes comes with the territory of being in a relationship and living with your boyfriend, Kenneth is srsly the best boyfriend in the entire world and I’ve had plenty of bad boyfriends to know that and I know plenty of bad boyfriends, as well. When I say that Kenneth is perfect for me in every way, I mean it and I wouldn’t have him any different than he is.
Love is plum dumb. It makes you say mushy dumb things and daydream and gush and all that lovey dovey icky stuff. Bleh.
It's almost July and you know what that means: the 4th and a clusterfuckton of birthdays for some of my most favoritest people: Heather (6th), Tiffer (8th), and Dar (11th). Yes, clusterfuckton and Dar is turning 21 which is too freakin excitinggg.
I’m working on a 34 page media kit for RCR Wireless News magazine and I’m on page 6 because I’m a procrastinator and because I suck at estimating projects and I definitely underestimated this project but that’s my own fault. I’ll be getting $200 flat for the project which is pretty good considering that I already have the PDF, I’m just recreating it… not an easy feat, by the way. There isn’t a lot of design elements but it is quite time consuming figuring out the formatting of everything since there isn’t a style sheet.
At least I get to watch Disney movies while I work. I just finished Aladdin and now I’m watching Oliver & Company. I’m in the Disney moving singing mood, what can I say?
Hopefully, I can get at least 10 pages done tonight (so, only 4 more to go) and do another 10-15 tomorrow and then 10ish on Wednesday before taking it into the office to do another round of edits. Le sigh. Workity work work.
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their back were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”—
“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.”—
Such a great quote about love. I will probably reblog this every time it comes up on my dashboard. (And yes, I remove tags from reblogging quotes bc (1) you see who I reblogged it from and (2) it’s a quote so it doesn’t belong to anyone beside the person who said it so no need to “credit” whomever originally posted it and (3) I like to keep my posts clean, sorry if that is bad Tumblr etiquette.
“‘Sometimes we don’t need words,’ the old man said, as if he hadn’t heard me. ‘Rather, it’s words that need us. If we were no longer here, words would lose their whole function. Don’t you think so? They would end up as words that are never spoken, and words that aren’t spoken are no longer words.’”—Haruki Murakami, Where I’m Likely to Find It
“Years later he’d stood in the charred ruins of a library [gasp!] where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He’d not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicted on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation. He let the book fall and took a last look around and made his way out into the cold gray night.”—