Likes:

I've been watching the L word. Staci let me borrow her season 2 and 3. I've watched some out of order before now and even seen a couple episodes of season 4 on now. The episode I just watched was one of season 2. Bette and Kit's dad dies in it. When he dies, in Bette's home, she calls out for her sister, Kit, and she comes running in and they both just lay on his chest. Kit sucks in this huge breath as she starts to sob. When she did that I couldn't breathe. Somehow it felt good. I felt like it took something out of me, a little tiny piece of my pain maybe. Maybe I shared it with two characters on TV, two characters acting out a reality that billions of people experience.

Lately I have been awfully smitten with blogs that are very, very simple. I'm in love with the photos people share. I love looking at what people have for breakfast, the way the light looks coming in their kitchen window. I've been innately drawn to pale blues and white and tons of light. I get all floaty and dreamy-inspired.

The rain today gave me permission to be lazy and so I relaxed and cleaned out half of our kitchen cabinets and the refrigerator and I bought a brown umbrella. I didn't own an umbrella. I didn't use it today though. I left my last umbrella in an 8 am philosophy class.

I'm listening to KEXP right now and I turned it down low because my roommate is sleeping but then I had to turn it up and it's just the right choice of music for now because it's just a bit of thrumming bass and some strings and the occasional drum slap. It's just riding along underneath me.

Cake Batter ice cream.

Buying too many things online lately. How can it possibly feel like spending money when I just type in numbers and packages arrive at my door?

I see family members on myspace but they don't see me and it helps keep me abreast of things like relationship changes...

I can't wait to meet portland.

Secrets. I have secrets inside right now. I've had a bit of insight into what sort of nursing I might [might] want to do but I don't want to tell anyone, not even myself.

Huge guilty pleasure: Reading blogs of those that have recently given birth.

I need some paper bits.

I love staying up late.