it’ll all get better in time

say no to toxic relationships
run in the city
sleep in the parks
read mccullers
repeat

“The worst thing about prison was the, was the dementors, they were flying all over the place and they were scary and then they came down and sucked the soul out of your body.”

“dementors, dementors..like in harry potter?”

dear god,

please don’t make me see the varsity team, please don’t make me see the varsity team, please don’t make me see the varsity team, please don’t make me see the varsity team, etc.

also, please let that other thing I prayed for (you know, while passing clayton lane tonight) happen as well.

merci and mucho love,
a

Graffiti snails roaming London, via Metro.co.uk

Most people have to shell out to give their homes a makeover – not so for these multi-coloured molluscs.

click here for what’s left of the story.

Happy eighth or perhaps ninth birthday to you, Bals.

I’ve just returned home from my new favorite thing–night running. Slightly sad but true, Prindy and I spent our Friday night running down Blake street, scurrying up and down and up and down the Millennium Bridge steps and hurdling over the large art installation (?) out on the riverfront grass. This was followed by, of course, Benny’s. We dined on their new, real patio–not some covered thing with windows that they call a patio. Truth be told, as I passed Gov’s Park on my walk home–besides the fact that they had some cool live reggae-type sounding band playing, I was okay with the fact that I spent my evening running and not drinking.

Tomorrow brings a morning run, pilates, a much-needed and deserved massage and a crawfish boil pool party. It’s just another sweltering summer in Denver and we do what we’ve got to do.

It seems no one else in the world appreciated or even remotely liked Will Smith’s latest flick, Hancock. I, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more pleased.

Here are some photos the BFF and I snapped, post-movie, at the 16th street mall pavilions’s black and white, doesn’t-tell-you-when-to-smile, 2 dollar, old school photo booth.

SHE SAID
from: War All the Time

what are you doing with all those paper
napkins in your car?
we dont have napkins like
that
how come your car radio is
always turned to some
rock and roll station?do you drive around with
some
young thing?

you’re
dripping tangerine
juice on the floor.
whenever you go into
the kitchen
this towel gets
wet and dirty,
why is that?

when you let my
bathwater run
you never
clean the
tub first.

why don’t you
put your toothbrush
back
in the rack?

you should always
dry your razor

sometimes
I think
you hate
my cat.

Martha says
you were
downstairs
sitting with her
and you
had your
pants off.

you shouldn’t wear
those
$100 shoes in
the garden

and you don’t keep
track
of what you
plant out there

that’s
dumb

you must always
set the cat’s bowl back
in
the same place.

don’t
bake fish
in a frying
pan…

I never saw
anybody
harder on the
brakes of their
car
than you.

let’s go
to a
movie.

listen what’s
wrong with you?
you act
depressed.

-Charles Bukowski