Posted January 25, 2012 at 1:17am
Dear cute guy,
Quite frankly, I’m tired of actually fixing my hair (because that shit doesn’t happen very often) and you not coming it to see it.
We could be great together, if only I had the courage to speak more than two words to you at a time.
You need to come into the library every day.
Sincerely,
the shy “librarian” who stares at you and stutters when you speak to her
It’s all just news to me
Don’t really care if it hurts
‘Cause if I knock it I won’t know it
Then I know that it will only get worse
He was different at first
But then he won’t understand
Because he’s never gonna know me
If he doesn’t want to just shake my hand
And the world’s like a science
And I’m like a secret
And I saw you lingering still, still
I saw you lingering still
Posted December 25, 2011 at 9:29pm
Friends.
In real life (not through the internet, obviously), I don’t really share that much. I’m more of a listener. Okay, more of an awkward conversationalist. I’m better at getting to know people than I am at speaking the words that help people get to know me.
For me, the moments that are the best in relationships are when someone validates your familiarity by proving they know one thing about you, something that is truly you - one of your unique quirks that takes time to see. Those are the moments I relish.
It has been far too long since I’ve felt that kind of intimacy.
Having sushi with Sister.
We’re sitting two feet away from a couple on their first date, listening to their awkward banter. So NOT adorable.
Posted December 1, 2011 at 9:32pm
Okay, phone. You were almost dead 30-45 seconds ago.
Now you’re beeping at me, telling me I need to unplug you to conserve energy because you’re done charging. Unless there was some time warp I am unaware of, what you are telling me is false. And no, I won’t unplug you BECAUSE I KNOW YOU’RE NOT DONE CHARGING.
Posted November 30, 2011 at 1:46am
Ahh, work.
First I have rehearsal for a puppet show we’re having on Wednesday that I get PAID to help out with (I used to volunteer to do them back in the day).
Then I get to be surrounded by books and hang out until 8 tonight with one of my favorite co-workers.
Have I mentioned how much I love working at a library?
Posted November 28, 2011 at 4:18pm
The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.
— Elie Wiesel
