itsallinmyhead:

valeriek:

So I was just practicing my ukulele, trying to figure out chords for “My Funny Valentine” in a key I can sing, because, you know, it seems like a good day for that.

So while I was all a-plink-a-plink-a-plink-a-ing, a red envelope suddenly appeared under my door, and I heard the feet belonging to its courier quickly take off up the stairs.

It was a Valentine, you guys. From my neighbor upstairs. With whom I’ve only exchanged a few words at the mailboxes in the lobby.

Does this stuff really happen?!? Now what do I do?

(*Do you think he has the Disney Channel?)

Ah that’s so cute.  I did really domestic things for the day, like go shopping, taking pictures of typography, cooking, and spending most of the day naked.

happy st. patrick’s day everyone!  its been my favorite holiday for quite a few years now.  this year I’ll be spending it like a gross, healing, slob waiting for my wisdom teeth to get better.  me and domo have yet to shower and probably won’t leave the house.  :/

to everyone in savannah, go pardy harder for me! I’m not happy to miss things like this: