Emily in Yellow

I’ve finished all eight seasons of Say Yes to the Dress, which means I’m running out of things I can do to freak Boyfriend out when I’m drunk.

Talked to my mom on the phone for an hour and a half without arguing

Thank you Jim Beam!

Marker’s Mark: It is what it isn’t.

I FIND YOUR ADVERTISING CAMPAIGN CONFUSING

Waiting for the metro is boring.

Waiting for the metro is boring.

Have a “usual” food order somewhere is actual a little more embarrassing than you’d think. It’s like, I know you know I’m not an adventurous eater, but let’s just pretend just a little for the sake of these complete strangers around us.

I saw this picture on the metro bench this morning. The edges were soft and frayed, making it obvious it had been living in somebody’s wallet as a reminder of a person who made them happy. Or maybe two people. I couldn’t say for sure. Who are these people? Lovers? Siblings? Childhood friends? It’s unclear—nothing was written on the back of the picture.

And, maybe, what I find even more interesting than the unknown relationship between the two people in the picture is what led the picture to lay discarded on a metro bench. Was it purposely left there after a break up? Was someone showing a friend their children and the image somehow fell from their wallet as they moved to catch their train? I guess nobody can really say.

I saw this picture on the metro bench this morning. The edges were soft and frayed, making it obvious it had been living in somebody’s wallet as a reminder of a person who made them happy. Or maybe two people. I couldn’t say for sure. Who are these people? Lovers? Siblings? Childhood friends? It’s unclear—nothing was written on the back of the picture.

And, maybe, what I find even more interesting than the unknown relationship between the two people in the picture is what led the picture to lay discarded on a metro bench. Was it purposely left there after a break up? Was someone showing a friend their children and the image somehow fell from their wallet as they moved to catch their train? I guess nobody can really say.

Hi internet.

Hi internet.

I forgot to wear my watch today so for all I know it’s half after deviled egg o’clock, Punctuary 78th 1912.

"Still, I can’t ignore the pull of my bookworm’s interpretation, arguing that technology is the closest human beings come to magic."

Conversations with Dad at age five.
Me: Do you promise you will?
Dad: I don't know what will happen. I can't make you that promise, beautiful.
Me: Do you promise to try?
Dad: Absolutely.
And now, as a adult, I don't make promises if I can't keep them.