Case of the Monkey Days.

Snowy/rainy. Only goal of the day is to successfully make it to town and purchase a can of creamed corn. Rest of the time: knitting, listening to DJ Shadow, and inevitably reading something.


Over the weekend, I found myself in the woods with a hatchet in one hand, a tree in the other...decked out in Matt's "vintage" (i.e., from when he was ten-years old) Greenpeace (i.e., warm) hoodie and self-crafted chandelier earrings...asking the fatal question of one's quarter-life crisis:

"Do you think I'm boring?"



Winter makes me insecure.