bookshelf envy

ugh

i was just afforded a view of the girl who lives in the duplex to the left of mine cuddled in bed with her boyfriend. his leg was draped over hers and his arms were around her. she just moved in and doesn't have any curtains up, so it's not like i was spying or anything, although i probably stood there staring longer than i should have. i felt a sharp pang in my heart as i tried to recall the last time i'd been held that way. a year, at least. i want somebody to throw their leg over me in a comfortable and familiar way.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=unboyfriendable

oh yeah, that's the stuff

karen walker's lastest spring collection entitled "the american girl," inspired by betsy and iris in taxi driver. i would wear all of this shit, minus the weird head scarf stuff.

assorted pictures from the past week

in order of appearance:

1. fuzzy ira on a dresser
2. crochet fantasy magazine, june 1977
3. aunt tommy, who many say i resemble but i don't see it
4. grandpa drinking his whiskey sour
5. lacey and madilynne, the last supper *sob*
6. ells bells
7. hangin' on the sill