the good kind of angst

don't care about luggage

ribs / gold dress

giving conor his blanket

rachel and brice pizza and beer and sleepover

moe and peter

yoga with mom

so much time sitting on the couch next to my dad

hanging out with conor

beers with augie

naps

lunch with chito

msi

yoga with moe

hallmark movies with peter

lunch with jason

hallmark movies with dad

thrift store with mom

kids and johnny and tammy

making games

pizza

5:00 presents

irish breakfast

naps all around

facetime with CTD

apps and lamb

mandalas

ipad/coach

cards against humanity

breakfast with emily

papppy's lunch

tin cans

malory towers with eoin and nola

church

esquire lunch

andrew dinner

kasey and eric

bacaro and jess

grey's anatomy

mcdonald's breakfast / nap at annie's

tea with caroline and kye

tea with dr. p.

appeteaser crawl

jess' video, man books and makeup, pies in the face / houlihans

coffee with ron

hunting hitler

lorenzo

greg johnson: banality of evil

jamarrio

suzanne and katie

hunting hitler

andrew time -- cherished

breakfast with kasey

gift for anne

steve shoemaker

kasey/angi

amy

dr. dyson

kasey jess andrew tim sadie

andrew stayed - 50

grey's

crying

dunkin donuts

brainstorming

nap and pappys and facetime

emily

work

flight with drink coupons -- reflection time on new year's

Advent again.

How I hate waiting. But how I love Advent.

A couple of days after Jess and I move in together years ago, she told me that I was moving too fast all the time and it was freaking her out. She was speaking quite literally: I wash the dishes fast, get the chips out of the cabinet fast, walk to the bathroom fast.

Sometimes as a kid I would lay in bed in the morning planning out my route around my room, the bathroom, the kitchen from the time I stepped out of bed to the time I walked out the door for school. I liked figuring out the most efficient way to get it all done. A lot of times, I would even sleep in my uniform polo, tights, and boxer shorts, so that all I had to do in the morning to get dressed was step into my skirt and slip into clogs. Is that weird?

I love doing things fast. I come by it honestly. My mom and I once decorated my entire apartment within two days of moving in, wallpapering included. I woke up pre-dawn and couldn't go back to sleep, so visceral was my desire to finish painting my room.