Have you ever felt
the pull of sacred words–
Whispers to your soul.
Monthly Archives: March 2015
Thoughts From A New Yorker #56
Your handbag is an extension of yourself and I don’t understand how you don’t feel it giving me kidney damage.
Sunny Birds
This is one of the first postcards I received, and comes from Germany. It’s pretty plain, but it’s serene. I love it.
Dear Woman Staring At Her Neighbor’s Phone,
I’ve been trying to figure out if you’re her friend or if you’re just a really creepy person. By the way you’re now staring at another girl’s shoes, I’m voting no to the friend theory.
Love,
The chick with the book sitting across from you
Book Confusion
I don’t understand.
What is the point of this book?
Maybe he was drunk?
Thoughts From A New Yorker #55
I’ve grown so tired of talking about it that I almost wish it was no longer a part of my life.
15 Kinds of People I Hate More Than Anything Else In the World
1. People who yell on the subway.
2. People who block sidewalks/crosswalks/aisles/doors and stop to check their cellphone RIGHT THERE.
3. Parents with insane children.
4. People who eat on the subway.
5. Runners in the wrong lane.
6. Anyone doing yoga/chatting on the phone/pushing a stroller/having a romantic walk in my running lane.
7. People who smoke while walking on the sidewalk.
8. People who take up way more space than they should on the subway.
9. Rude individuals (especially those who mutter under their breath).
10. People who push/run/shove for a seat on the subway.
11. Lord have mercy–people who use their cell phones without headphones as if their phone did not come with a silent feature.
12. People who sit for less than four stops on a crowded train.
13. People who lean their whole body on the subway pole during rush hour.
14. People who spit/blow snot out of their noses in public.
15. Passive aggressive individuals.
South African Portraits
I really love this card–it’s the only one I’ve ever received from South Africa, and it shows a life a lot of people in first world countries have forgotten is still going on. And not only is it going on, but they’re living a tradition several thousand years old. That’s pretty awesome.
Symbolic Mistake
I’m not sure that’s right.
I don’t think that symbol’s real.
A branch? That means love?
Thoughts From a New Yorker #54
I’m not quite sure how I manage more than five papercuts in one afternoon.