nuzzle up

forever 21, h&m, estate sale, chicken noodle soup...it's like i'm trying to cram all my favorite things into 24 hours. maybe i'm gonna die tomorrow. change in seasons such as this has been, so so stark, always lends itself to big shopping yearning. big-time. it feels always like i only own about three sweaters, so that situation perpetually must be rectified. it was so cold last night, only 48 degrees [ok, comparatively!]. it's so cold it seems like two little sausages don't help each other get warmed up at all and rather steal heat from each other instead. terry gets so cold and so affected by the cold, i.e., shivering!, and there's something so endearing about it. he constantly switching between being a little pig in a blanket, a nun, a ghost, a bump under the covers. all wrapped up under that silly deer blanket, this morning he even fretted in his half-slumber whether or not the deer was upside-down. laugh.

the weekend's big. i bought fighting cock [103 proof! oh shit!] whiskey for terry for the housewarming party, and saturday is the thunderbirds are now! record release show at the magic stick. big weekend socialization. and tonight, i'm going to roast garlic for the first time. wow way exciting.