paul simon is only 5'2"?!

my sister is searching for a wedding dress this weekend in portland. she's staying in hotels and eating at downtown restaurants and probably tossing a lot of, yet not enough, time at Powell's. she'll see my parents and drown in microbrews and sales tax? what's that? honestly, I hope it rains all over her. that's why she left, that's what she should remember. I'm terribly jealous and I miss everyone and I'm spiteful but oh geez, ultimately I'd just give my left arm to know what she'll look like in a fluffy cloud of disgusting rejects. that's the thing. a girl thing. I have a feeling we would've absolutely nailed Frock Quipping 101. we are genetically inclined to disrespect chiffon, of this I am sure. but I guess I'll see the photos.

it's starting to rain on and off down here. the humidity will kick in and everything will get swampy except I'm looking forward to it. it's nice to see dark clouds, to look up and see it's suddenly shouting out buckets of rain. there's been so much idle sunshine and I get violent cravings for moodswings every now and again, weather-based and otherwise. I'm certain I'll ace that thing called menopause.

I'm watching "Annie Hall." clarence and I do this every time the encore love channel has a spat with its #1 myspace friend "Eat Man Drink Woman " and needs to program something else. they dance from new york to los angeles in this movie and it makes me want to live in either, but maybe in the 70s. but probably not new york in the 70s because I heard it was sketchy back then. and if I have to have a cinematic 70s version of los angeles or I guess new york, then I'd for sure rather take on "The Way We Were," because hello, robert redford. anyway, back to "Annie Hall," because even though it's about an unsuccessful relationship (SPOILER ALERT, you naifs), it makes me excited to be IN a relationship. I also feel this way when I see old couples shopping around town. they did it! they made it so! the man holds the woman's pocketbook while the woman checks her blood pressure on the squeezy arm machine, for example. that's teamwork.

alongside old relationships and failed relationships and girls who love cardigans, gjurg and I hit the four-year mark if you can believe that. four years old! we're as lengthy as little apple martin and almost as adorable. I have confidence issues to work out and gjurg could make a better bed but we're definitely still awesome at all of this.

"twins, max. sixteen year olds. can you imagine the mathematical possibilities to that?"

HOLY SMOKE. this movie is about sex, isn't it?

I need to fold my laundry.