this morning i decided to wear these jeans i bought in paris six years ago that i never wear, because why not?

last night whilst reveling in my own company, i started to wonder, as i do often, if one should be as comfortable and seemingly happy spending so much time on one’s own as i am. like, perhaps i shouldn’t enjoy spending the weekend in my apartment watching ‘martin’ and playing pokémon as much as i do? maybe if i had a boyfriend to stay in with, it’d be more socially valid… but fuck that noise, right? idk, i’m conflicted. 

on that hypothetical boyfriend: despite how spectacularly bad my dating life was in twelve, i’ve my crosshairs trained on a new, beautiful mark. because clearly i never learn. guess i’ll let you know how that turns out… 

here’s to smiling more

having a beer after dinner in my new apartment. i know i’m an atheist, but i can’t help but feel blessed =]

pretty sure i shrunk my sweater… =\

my new brother, kobe. another scorpio to add to the crew — my poor mom can’t escape us.

joss whedon does horror. in there.

gottacatchemall:

[Rain Dance]