One Of My Favorite Things:

    The smell of coffee as its being freshly brewed.  So when I stumble/tumbled upon the "little things" tumblr I was tickled pink.

And those are just a couple from the 300s.  Its just little things that make one smile. 

xxo

The Word of the Day for April 2 is:
meshuggener \muh-SHUG-uhner\ noun
: a foolish or crazy person

example:  I am a meshuggener because its 10:15 pm and I'm having coffee.


    Seriously I feel like a bum.  I didn't work out today, didn't crochet or edit photos.  I didn't even read, which was one thing I was guaranteeing myself of doing this weekend.  Didn't didn't didn't, big fat EFF.  However by chance I did find the soundtrack to Black Swan, that's a plus, along with the amazing shower I just took accompanied by all the LUSH products:  BIG,  Its Raining Men, Veganese and to smell (even more) pretty I dabbed on some Lust (which I love, thank you Wifey). 
    I suppose its not all bad, just bummed I didn't do my workout mostly.  Seeing as how I've just induced myself with some coffee and the quiet house has my mind on overdrive, I'll probably be up a while and hopefully get some stuff done online.  Fingers crossed.


xxo

My lack of updating. Gah!!!

    This has sucked greatly. I've been jam-packed with stuff and orders the past couple weeks & had 2 weekends of Fisher sibling fun, therefore no internet access.  I've got a busy couple days in front of me as well, and a clusterfuck of ideas in my head to go with the 8 skeins of yarn I purchased on Monday.  PLUS, I need to take photos of about 6 new things for etsy.

    I seriously need 3 more hands, 2 for crocheting/knitting & 1 to consistently feed me coffee and/or RedBulls.

    On a not-so-new note, I'm (still) obsessing on some Mike Patton right now.  Cannot stop listening to Faith No More and Mondo Cane.  But to keep from going on and on I'd like to share St. Vincent:  Ride.  Random bit that popped up on my neighborhood plays and I love it, quite possibly my favorite out of all the songs I've heard by St. Vincent.  Trying to research at 2 am isn't proving successful but  the link isn't by the female St. Vincent (Annie Clark), its by one of the others who I cannot find right now.  If my life depended on this, I would die by 2:16.  Due to my extensive library of useless knowledge though, I can tell you that she was born 1 day after Lil Wayne, making her exactly 4 months older than me.  

    I'm going to crawl my old lazy ass into bed to refresh & sleep.  Here is my sleep music:

then hopefully tomorrow I can seriously get around to blogging a bit more and not just say that I will.

xxo

    Seriously.

    I've been at Starbucks for about 4hours now, with Erika.  I came here to read, but that's proven to not work with us. She's doing good now, but I can't concentrate.  Know that twitch you get in your leg sometimes if that certain nerve gets hit?  My leg has been doing that for the past 30 minutes.
    And now, I'm officially overthinking, and it's driving me nuts. On top of that, I'm listening to the Stay soundtrack that I'm madly in love with, so it just leads me to thinking more, and with more ease.

    FUCK.