i believe...

a saturday afternoon spent on anna's kitchen floor catching up on your weeks, playing with cats, and listening to ani difranco and adele is heaven.

writing an essay about traveling to kentucky last summer has got me thinking about a repeat this summer.

i will only be wearing running shorts from now on while on the treadmill at the gym. the days of being shy are gone.

van morrison's astral weeks: live at the hollywood bowl is one of the best albums, best things ever created.

in mint chocolate chip ice cream, even in january.

if you do some of your best writing on your best friend's couch while he plays video games, just go with it.

ruby is not boring just because she doesn't sit on random pieces of paper on the floor. thank you very much, kevin, ichabod, and spenser.

there's nothing wrong with using the word nonsense as often as one of the golden girls.

in spinning to "where have you been" by rihanna.

there should be a question mark after the word "been." rihanna, come on now.

anyone who can get me to wings and rings at 10:00 on a saturday night deserves a medal. point to you, anna and kev.

if you have to ask certain questions, you don't deserve to hear the answers.

in this:



Athlete Aimee Mullins.

“Born without fibulae in both legs, Aimee’s medical prognosis was discouraging; she was told she would never walk, and would likely spend the rest of her life using a wheelchair. In an attempt for an outside chance at independent mobility, doctors amputated both her legs below the knee on her first birthday. The decision paid off. By age two, she had learned to walk on prosthetic legs, and spent her childhood doing the usual athletic activities of her peers: swimming, biking, softball, soccer, and skiing, always alongside “able-bodies” kids.”

(source: npr.)