you've now got a heart

Whenever I put my foot in my mouth
And you begin to doubt that it's you that I'm dreaming about
Do I have to draw you a diagram?
All I ever want is just to fall into your human hands

Ha ha, I agree.

What?

In other news, my bike is my best friend.

Me: Going to work now!
E: With your fly down?
Me: ...It's company policy.

Also,

Today in a cafe, there was this guy wearing his hat (a beret ugh) inside and I couldn't stop looking over in annoyance. I think he thought I was into him for a while. Eventually I had to go over there, and he looked quite pleased with himself, until I leaned over and said, "excuse me, but it's very rude to wear hats indoors." Whomp whomp wahh, better luck next time, Peppy le Pew.

I'm excited to go see Pontypool! With my new friend! Zombie matinees on Cheap Tuesday!
Everything is great and it totally makes up for my having so many problems with the Lawnmower Man.

HAPPY FAMILY DAY





In other news, I am covered in paint.
Ol' Painty-can Sarah.

I feel like Brad Pitt.

Today I went for a bike ride and ended up crashing really hard into the sidewalk. I have ruined another pair of pants and also my wrist. At least this time I didn't hit my head. There was no damage to the bike, which I am so happy for, because it would be kind of shitty to destroy the bike just before I leave.

When I start my band, I'm playing the cymbal. Just the cymbal. I'll hit that shit so hard, it'll think it didn't have dinner ready on time.

Back in May, I was in Germany for a week, along the Mosel River, on top of a hill above a small town in the green green countryside of Rheinland. We took a drive through the vineyards and other towns before stopping in an open field to eat some sandwiches we prepared for a picnic. It was incredibly sunny and the sky was cloudless and brilliant. We sat on the river bank and ate for a while. At one point, we looked up over the hills on the other side of the river and saw colourful kites flying overhead. They were not kites. They were hang-gliders. There were so many of them, swooping down and around, behind the hills and trees and forwards and backwards and around, around, around. When they came to the ground, they landed right next to us, only a metre or two away from where we sat. They would shimmy out of their bodysuits and laugh and high-five, their elated German voices filling the field. "Hij hebt gevliegt!" one of the boys yelled.
And I have never been more jealous of anyone more in my life.