well said, mr. vonnegut

on music:
"It makes practically everybody fonder of life than he or she would be without it."

on humanism:
"And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, 'Kurt is up in heaven now.' That's my favorite joke."

on life:
"There's only one rule that I know of: Goddamn it, you've got to be kind!"

on recognizing happiness:
"And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"

an FML weekend

Just when I thought life couldn't get any weirder, a weekend occurs that will be story-telling fodder for the rest of my days. It definitely wasn't all bad. I mean, when 7 hours of shopping, a Weeds marathon, and Emerald City Soul Club are condensed into two crazy days, fun is most surely part and parcel. But it certainly wasn't all good, either.

Then again, whatever. Good or bad, at least it was ridiculous and exciting. Which is all you can ever really ask out of life, right?

with a little help from my friends

Recipe for patching up a broken Lauri:

- screwdrivers, served up with Twin Peaks and good company
- talking a bunch of shit to a screen full of football players (this one is totally new to me. surprise! football can be fun!)
- tea, sympathy, and ginger cookies
- can you say en-dor-phins?

And it doesn't hurt to walk through Seattle on a sunny morning with a helluvan Americano in hand. Serious Pie and Indian curry leftovers are definite bonuses, too.

Me=lucky gal, on the mend.

broken

Goodbyes are hard. Somebody cheer me up. Pretty please?

dear february '10,

So far, you've been an asshole and made me cry. It looks as though you might be shaping up, so I'll go ahead and ease up if you keep on truckin uphill. Otherwise, you'll be on my shit list. And you surely don't want that (just ask July '09).

Thanks a bunch,
Lauri

p.s. It would be great if you could stop making me feel like this, and started making me feel a little more like this. Or even like this. K, thx again. Good chat. Glad we talked.

uh oh

The days of mandatory hot baths and Amelie-watching - aka The Recipe to Restore Lauri's Faith in Humanity - have returned. Something must be amiss.