i spent one of my weekend nights, and i can't remember which, catching up on this show. fred armisen makes me laugh so hard. portland as home has faded for me to a distant memory. i don't know if this is a sad thing or not. but the funny thing about this show is that it is never raining. so i see the same buildings, but nothing looks the same, because there are small rays of sunshine. it's sort of like a more idealistic oregon, except still with the same people that aren't so idealistic.


the wasteland by t.s. eliot. spanish done. day off. spicy food. this american life (tv and radio). talking to the brother. sweet text messages. house church. wednesday is becoming my favorite day of the week, except the weekends i cherish.