Dear dumb people who refuse to act their age and subsequently become imbecilic gardening supplies,
Grow up or get out.
Because this is getting old. REALLY old.
xoxo,
Hannah
So, today I went to my therapist and began my 'operation lose my twin' with a trip to the gym. Oh, the gym. We have such a love/hate relationship. On one side, it's all women so it smells good all the time (because we obviously sweat flowers), well, better than a unisex gym. On the other side there is too much
The women are all there and they just kind of get in the zone - you never make eye contact because that's weird. I always feel like when I'm at the gym that people care, like, an infinite amount more about my existence. So I do crunches in empty dressing rooms because I am
I'm such a weenie :'D
I love how when writing it all out I became painfully aware of just how much I create this for myself, but it's me so I can't just stop or quit or whatever.
So. Dogs. Chickens. I found this beautiful picture for today:
It's aptly named "Girl. Dog. Chicken."
I don't know what it is about this picture that strikes me so much. Maybe the fact that the little girl and the puppy both want to get inside but the chicken's kind of like "what the monkey?" Mostly I just like the simplicity of the picture, of the title, of the concept. There's not a whole lot to read into it. Adorable puppy, adorable girl, adorable chicken in front of a door.I have to ask myself why the photographer took a picture instead of letting them in, but I suppose that's the beauty of the moment. And that little girl probably wasn't aware because little kids, because they are ridiculous, always love shoving their faces in camera lenses.
Simplicity is what I really need right now; no underscore, no fine print. Just girls,dogs,chickens, and perhaps a door or two to get into when things get too crazy.
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