Trash bin (Taken with Instagram at Carquinez Strait Regional Shoreline)

Lone palm (Taken with Instagram at Carquinez Strait Regional Shoreline)

Boathouse (Taken with Instagram at Carquinez Strait Regional Shoreline)

Sleepy head (I definitely look like I’m 12 with no makeup on!) (Taken with instagram)

I only got to see Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, Part Two, FINALLY, over the holidays a few weeks ago. And too many people on tumblr were posting those memes with photo collages and quotes from the movie when it came out. And I’m SO not the kind of person who reads the last page of a book before beginning it. I hate knowing things. I want to be surprised. The anticipation, the not knowing what is going to happen, is the best part of everything. Including life. 

True story. That is why I haven’t been on. 

I’m totally serious. (And yes, I’ve read all the HP books, so I knew what was going to happen anyway, but still, I didn’t want to know anything about the movie until I saw it for myself.)

Is that silly?

Oh well. 

This is Bella.*

When my sister asked me to send her a picture of Bella, just because, I thought, “Hey! Even better, I’ll send her a video of Bella being silly, or meowing after everything I say, because for some reason whenever I have my phone in hand and/or am chatting with someone on it, she feels deprived of attention and cries and meows and cries the whole time I’m on it. She also cries if I lock her out of the bathroom and will sit in front of the door and wait for me to open it, sticking her paws through the space between the door and the floor. She cries when she wants me to wake up in the morning, she cries when she wants me to go to bed at night , she cries when she wants to get under the covers with me (Yes, I know I’m a crazy cat lady with issues, okay? I’ve come to terms with it. So should you), she cries when her litter box isn’t clean, she cries when she wants any kind of attention, she cries when she wants to be left alone—she cries ALL THE DAMN TIME.

Cue annoyingly adorable video of her staring at me like I’m a moron, because I’m doing everything I can to get her to meow-cry, and it’s just. not. happening. (She does her little closed mouth whimper as she walks away at the end of the video, but you can barely hear it.)

*I named her Bella because when I adopted her, her name was Belize, and she just didn’t seem like a Belize. Unfortunately, little did I know two years later the name Bella would be synonymous with a sullen teenage girl in love with an equally sullen teenage vampire boy, otherwise known as the godawful book/movie that is the bane of my existence yet for so many young girls is their raison d’etre. Oh well.

I got up two hours ago, but Bella’s still snuggling! Warmest place in the house, and boy was it cold this morning! (Taken with instagram)

Ferry Building (Taken with instagram)

vanityfair:

Just as New York Times public editor Arthur S. Brisbane is concerned whether his newspaper should print lies or the truth, we here at V.F. looking for reader input on whether and when Vanity Fair should spell “words” correctly in the stories we publish.

One example: the word “maintenance” seems like it should only have one “a” in it. It should be “maintenence,” right? But it’s not. So is it our job as reporters and editors to spell it correctly?

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