I just bought this fabric:

To make this dress:

So yeah, I'm pretty excited about that. THERE'S SO MUCH GOING ON IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW Y'ALL. Obviously.

I know all my posts have been about guys lately but I can't help it. Other things in my life are pretty stable so it's what I think about. But really all I want to talk about right now is that moment when you meet someone and you start a REALLY good conversation with them by saying "pants are hard" and then you're talking about gentrification in northeast D.C. and a bunch of other things and you want to keep talking and then you ask them a question that brings up the fact that they recently made a major life change because both of their parents are in bad health and then you feel awkward about having brought it up inadvertently but then the conversation continues and it's still great and you start thinking "it's colder than ANTARCTICA out here" and "what do I do with this plate of half-eaten cheese ball I'm holding" and "hey, maybe he'll ask for my number or something and we can continue this conversation another time and some place warmer" but then he doesn't and it's wrapping up and you're standing there in the bitter cold watching him walk away and thinking "well, that was disappointing" because it was. And then you come home and write a run-on sentence about it. Yeah, you know those moments? They're the worst.

Update: and THEN you find out he's 40 and a high councilman and you have a friend sneakily try to set you up anyways.

New umbrella (this is obviously exciting news)

On the way to work this morning, I realized my umbrella is broken. It's just a free umbrella that my dad got from one of the hospitals where he works, so no big deal (but kinda because it's my Chattanooga umbrella). Anyways it doesn't close right, I think the stick is detached from the canopy somehow, etc... So I started looking for a new umbrella, and discovered that overstock.com sells umbrellas THAT LOOK LIKE SAMURAI SWORDS. Yes please duh of course I want one. So I BOUGHT ONE. I'm so excited. Stop judging me.

Can't sleep and I just narrowly avoided falling out of bed in a sleepy delirium.

Now that I've found stable employment and have a passably safe place to live, my only life goal is to avoid cankles, no matter the cost.

Yesterday, the Washington post published a blessedly logical and unemotional call for better gun control by Fareed Zakaria. Its clear organization of the facts leaves little room for doubt as to the cause of America's gun violence epidemic. He points out that while American rates of non-gun related crimes are comparable to those of other wealthy, developed nations, our rates of gun violence are 12-30 times higher than those countries. The difference cannot be culture. The difference cannot be the media. The difference cannot be video games. The difference cannot be higher rates of mental illness. Other countries have violent cultures, media complexes that present violent crimes with sensationalized language and obsessive detail, are far more involved in video games than ours, and have comparable rates of mental illness. The major, glaring difference is our permissive gun laws, originally written and passed to promote the ability of American citizens to defend themselves; laws which now make it a necessity that Americans defend themselves. It is not healthy. It is not safe. I am not willing to risk my life on a daily basis simply so those around me can exercise their government (not God) granted right to carry tools of despair, nor am I willing to join them in their insanity to protect myself.

Read Zakaria's editorial here.

(Sorry for the political digression, I'll be back to posting music videos and boring stories soon, I promise.)

Also, you need to watch this

The harmonies on the chorus- gah!