It really is shaped like Virginia.

From opposites sides, we looked at the map of Virginia
that table made in my parent's kitchen and
from under the newspapers and our cofffe cups
you pointed the eastern edge where you'd rather be
and asked me to do the same, but
where I want is out the backdoor and passed
the neighbor's yard, over other people's fences
to a table shaped like something else entirely.

2010: You can keep tomorrow. After tonight we're not gonna need it...

1. Do not write off bands with silly names because this is how I almost missed on out Death Cab for Cutie. (See also Clap Your Hands, Say Yeah, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, etc.)

2. Stay up long enough to see the Sun come up.

3. Kiss strangers.

4. Make things.

5. Do things.

6. Wear all my shoes at least once.

7.  Finally wear the naked shirt.

8. Walk to Metro more often than I drive there.

9. Make food for people who will eat it.

10. Learn something new. One thing. And be able to do it well enough that I'm willing to do it in public.

11. Dance, even when the situation does not call for dancing.

12. Take full advantage of the puddles left by rainstorms.

 13. Go see bands. Start with this one:

I need to find a cheaper happy place.

Some girls eat their feelings. I, apparently, buy mine. Sadly, most of this has been purchased since returning to NoVA after college. The last year was kind of shitty and Urban Outfitters is my happy place. I haven't started packing my clothes to move yet. I was going to do that tonight but needed to clean first and tried to organize the shelves somewhat in the hopes that it would make the process easier...

Where in the hell did I get all this? Why do I own this many striped shirts and cardigans? You know how women like to say "you can never have too many cardigans"? I have 6. that's too many. 9 little black dresses. Also too many. I didn't count the striped shirts but it's a sizable stack. How many shows could have gone to were it not for that stack? Drinks with friends? Dinner? A movie or two? The dresses are worth a roadtrip or two, no doubt.

The thing is, I will pack up what is pictured and take it to my new place and try, fruitlessly, to find room for it there. Getting rid of it is only an excuse to buy more.

So here's the new rule: if I say I need more/new clothes. I'm lying.