May 31, 2012

across the pond.

there are five of us.
there's the me.
the haley.
the emily.
the kelsey.
and the kenzie.
we steal emily's soccer shorts and go to hawaii for graduation.
we're best friends.

the kelsey and the emily are currently doing this all over europe.
and i am so sick of missing them, you know?
okay. just so you know.

May 30, 2012



tonight, as i drove down redwood road, i almost blew my speakers with george michael's christmas album.
i bought a vanilla ice cream cone with what seemed like one thousand nickels,
and made a mental note... something about red finger nail polish on my wedding day.
i spoke in a whisper at the drive-thru, rented two movies that i'll probably never watch, smiled with my teeth,
and do you know? it all made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.

i don't know why.

May 28, 2012

some people are so obsessed with their cats.

i love gabe.

three things:

 1:
remember how my hair used to do this? ("this" meaning be all long and flowy, or whatever.) well, i finally miss it.
my sister-in-law told me that i would eventually speak those words (or type them, as it would turn out), and i didn't believe her. 
so here it is: 
cocomo, you're free to say "i told you so".

2:

on the 23rd day of may, this little princess had a birthday.
she turned twenty. and i have never seen anyone be so TOW-UP about the loss of their teen years.
(ebonics, by the way... they're always appropriate. except for at church. or graduation, maybe.)
nonetheless, HB, lil' kenz!

this picture is a more accurate one. you know. of her new found adulthood.

3:
mattie is off to bigger and better things, spreading the good word to fresno. in the hmong language.
you heard me.
and i will miss him dearly.
because, let's be honest...

the next time i want to go to a celebrity themed party dressed as kourney kardashian, it's not going to be so easy to find another so willing to go as my scott-disick-father-of-my-baby arm candy.
he really is such a gem.
obviously, he will be missed.

i lied.
there are four things.
4:
i'm out of conditioner. like, suuuuper out.
damn.