um, yes.

the bleakness of winter is officially making me crazy.

(to those of you sorely tempted to comment only six more months! or yeah but technically, winter hasn't even started yet; squelch the urge. recall that you are dealing with a mentally unstable person here.)

as proof of my winter insanity, i offer you exhibit a: the winter sale.

yes, folks, almost everything in the shoppe has been knocked off 40%, which means that in many cases i am barely breaking even...or perhaps even paying you to buy my stuff. the sane version of me may be a little peeved about this come april, but then, she's not here now. let the good times roll.

also, i made this kitschy bit of patchwork-scarf-goodness, which is the only thing in the shoppe not on sale as part of me hopes i get to keep it. so don't actually buy it, ok?




exhibit b:
well, this is not so much proof of winter crazies as it is just my normal weirdness. here's a list i've made of odds and ends of my life this week.

1. sometimes when i'm bored i do search-and-rescue missions for white hairs. usually i pluck them from my scalp, but then? i feel rather attached to them, and i'm seized with the urge to squirrel them away in an albino nest in the far corner of some drawer. the only reason i don't keep them is because i secretly fear that i'll die and someone will discover my white hair stash and i won't be around to explain why this actually isn't weird. yep, i did just put that out there in public.

2. when i log into mixpod.com (which hosts my playlist over to your right yonder), i always check the box that says "remember me." but then when i go back there again, i have to enter all my login info. again.

mixpod always forgets me. that kind of makes me sad.

3. one day when i apparently had thirty seconds of my afternoon to waste, i did this internet quiz that told me that of the four main female characters in TWILIGHT, i was alice. secretly, though, i rigged it to be alice because she is my favorite. if i took the quiz for real i'd probably be a combo of bella and esme, with only a small dash of alice (hold the rosalie).

just call me bellesme. (if you haven't read the series, this is an inside joke; i promise it's only 85% as lame as it sounds.)


if you are still willing to claim me as friend or kin after the above exhibits, thank you. you are either very brave, very charitable, or just as crazy as i am. in any case, happy friday.