Oops, we got married.

I don't mean to give anyone unrealistic expectations, but it was literally perfect.

thank you to everyone we love who helped us celebrate our love.

I can't believe I married an angel.

This is happiness.

All I wish now is for a Christmas for everyone full of joy, family, and a little taste of this L O V E that is engulfing me with absolute bliss and perfect completion.

Too much of a good thing?

Remember all that free time I've been talking about? All this bounteous, lovely golden summer time with which to accomplish so much planning and so many projects and artistic endeavors and personal enrichment activities? To become a grown up with a job and a life and marketable skills and resources? Maybe even a boyfriend?

Yes, that time. Ahem.
I am using it to dress up my pet rabbit as a Cinderella mouse.

And in her flirty party dress.

But really...do I have any choice?

Love, lops, and Reese's for breakfast,
Banana

Whoopsie Daisies

I'm really....happy. (nearly unavoidable when in Hawaii) So... overcome with happiness, drunken with p.o.g. juice, and dead sure after weeks of deliberation, I accidentally decided to stay next semester. Maybe for the rest of my undergraduate education. (Perhaps for ever)

...Can ya blame me?


Career Day
Bakers are at their ovens,
painters at their easels.
Soldiers are at war,
and I am at peace.

Astronauts are in space,
playfully squirting toothpaste food at each other.
Burglars are in trouble,
but I am in love.

Contortionists are twisted,
accountants, I imagine, are bored.
waiters are tipped,
and I am balanced.

Mimes are silent,
I am singing.
Convicts are playing violent basketball in jumpsuits;
I am free. naked.

Suns are shining,
waves are crashing,
clouds are drifting,
and I am joyfully,
perfectly,
unmistakably unemployed.

Songs, sand, and nectarines,
Anna