I have been creeping on Vespa sites again. My graduation money almost went to one, but I wised up and blew it on something even tastier: an Apple desktop.

Now I’m online shopping, IN DIRE NEED of a shiny black or maybe dragon red motor scooter. They’re so cute. And Italian. And I just remembered how loud they are. Nevermind, I don’t want one. I would like a PIAGGIO calendar though.

These will never grow old:

Beirut – Postcards From Italy
Beirut – Elephant Gun

“I need you to go to the store”

“Alright… what do you need?

“Kotex Regulars”

“Are those tampons or diapers?”

Last time I saw them in Montreal, it was insanity.
This time should be just as good.

Flosstradamus – Overnight Star

She’s my sister and maybe my twin, but we don’t have the same birthday. You figure it out. And stop asking us in the grocery store.

I feel like the first post should include a photo. So here’s one of my boyfriend riding a lawnmower: