Hear/Say

… Let me take you to Heaven’s doors/ Where the music/ Of Love’s guitars/ Plays forever more” – song from Evita.

The haste of fall quarter has me in a dizzy tizzy. Who knew the holidays could run and punch so hard?

Couples will absorb themselves in cozy cush of marshmallows and hot chocolate. WELL PFFT! I say; let them sink into each others’ oblivious-osity. I will be venturing the streets to collect the humiliation of The Singles, and seep myself in their doleful hope. NO– I will be to busy to mope; I’ll throw myself into work as per usual, and wait for seconds during the feasts (pumpkin pie? Bread pudding? Leftovers?) only to gorge myself gleeful. And may no one ever care how plump I get.

via boooooooom! .com. Kelly Allen.

The things I would do for Paul Rudd would incriminate me... via planettampon.tumblr

I really like this. via merricat.tumblr

My WEAKNESS for awkward cute boys.... o michael cera <3 via velveteendream.tumblr

I’m pretty sure I’ve already named a previous post “Ruby Tuesday”, but today is Truly Ruby Tuesday– I met a guinea pig named Ruby, and it feels as Tuesday as ever.

I guess the gossip lately has been about Taylor Swift V. Kanye. MTV awards is usually a spectacle anyway; do people realize that nominations and awards are probably determined through factors other than romantic appreciation of art? But since the obsession with the hilarity that is Kanye/MTV/Taylor Swift continues… well, you know what that means. It means we pull out the pros/cons chart, and venn diagram the shit out of this situation. But I won’t. Because it’s already too rewarding to imagine them open fist slapping each other.

Anyway, autumn is coming soon and I’m not one to buy a freshly killed fur coat, but a vintage one would suit me juuust fine. Sea of Shoes has been reviewing her own collection lately; and I must say they do look rather divine.

Even the buttons...!

Deeeeelish...!

Ah! The turn of the seasons! It has everyone in crazy cahoots; there are flu strains to avoid as it chills, there are the slowly withering days of summer to enjoy, and we teeter on an anxious ledge of autumn…

More later.

Gracious