“are we going to be a running team? are we going to be a passing team? what I meant by getting back on that horse was…”
zimmingham replied to your post: my hairs are the correct length again …
TWEET TWEEP TWEEP god youre so cute. i want to ru b ur hed
i was freaking out yesterday feeling all the places where the curls and waves were starting to come in again— like it does whenever it gets more than an inch long— and like. id really really love to have long hair again, and to play with it, and do Cool Styles, but the growing out is so hard and feels so gross and this is just so easy.
also its really great 2 toch
ugh this is everything……. I want my hairs back but when I’m partway to having them I look like my coworker, who’s twice my age, which is Disconcerting because we already say things in tandem almost as often as Jake and I do, so, sharing a brain already, let’s not share a hair :(((
but I like my short hairs too! washing them is my favorite.
Our culture has accepted two huge lies. The first is that if you disagree with someone’s lifestyle, you must hate or fear them. The second is to love someone means you agree with everything they believe and do. Both are nonsense. You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate.
~ Rick Warren (via conflictingheart)
man it was an incredible night.
I haven’t been back to Victory since I started at Microsoft, not for more than a few minutes. it was so great to see everyone. I really missed Nolan in particular, and he was practically dancing over my arrival.
and the stage – GOD, the stage! it used to be rugs and a platform. now it looks like this:
the two bands were actually really great. one was rock, the other was (I kid you not) funk. by the end of it half the audience was actually dancing.
I kept digging my nails into my palms whenever I wasn’t live-tweeting. the shots looked so good. Nolan was in his element. cut cut fade two go two four go four one go one two go two and so on.
there’s nothing like the energy on set.
afterwards, I walked out of the control room into Jake’s arms and cried a little as he kissed me on the forehead and said, “only took me 31 months, darlin’.”
he promised me when we met that he’d help me fulfill my dream of being part of a TV show.
well.
I’m still glowing.
give me your rice
give me your ground beef
and I will make you taste like you’ve never tastED BEFORE
dammit. indecisive. what do I want to eat?
the living room is almost complete! we now have a wonderful old-Hollywood style lamp that lights up the whole room. eventually we’re going to put Hue bulbs in it and this will be such a party chamber. especially when I have my pooooole.
it’s gratifying that I cut my hair short BEFORE the trend consumed the entire Pacific Northwest