i've heard a person pees six times a day. well, i think a person pees six times a day if she's not a frequent fountain drinker at the hart's. its noon & i've been far more than six. its noon & i've been to hart's twice. its an addiction. don't judge.
singing to the radio is, like, the best thing ever. we know we sound terrible, but we pretend we sound absolutely fantastic. that's where the fun is.
i play two songs over & over while i sit next to the fire. a. annabelle: joshua james. & b. i don't mind: defeater.
going to the deseret industries the days after christmas is a good idea. especially if you'd like to dress your man in second hand sweaters & skinny ties that resemble cheap motel bedspreads & worn leather shoes. & yourself in floral & lace.
speaking of my man.
here he is. he's dashing isn't he. (that was a statement. not a question.)
this picture was far too beautiful nor to share. perhaps i'm partial, but honey, he's handsome. so very handsome. we be stealing kisses anywhere we can.

& then a man named winston churchill once said...
success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.
ever have those days when you struggle getting out of bed & alls you want to do is read & read & write & read some more? its perfectly okay to go along with those days. because sometime people can be just so overbearing & your own company is what you need.
so grab a book, turn on the fire place, and for heaven's sake. get lost for a few hours. i promise you, you'll come back feeling refreshed. honest.
also. maybe you could jot a few new year's resolutions down. i will. if you do.
happy new year, i guess.
word.
3 comments:
oh, i like this.
dashing? i agree.
he looks like michael fassbender in the picture. nice.
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