WWF

I have a friend who is great. We met on tour, he lives in another country, we never see each other, but we have Words With Friends. Top rivals in the strategic yet very much based on luck word game, we have grown our friendship over the years by chatting within and in between games. 

We were tied. We each won the same amount of games. He suggested we play one more game to decide who the true champion is, and to make things interesting, we’ll place bets. And to make it ceremonious, we will start the game when the clock strikes midnight under the Blood Moon.  If he won, I’d make and send him an original work of art. If I won, he would write me a heartfelt letter of congratulations. This was serious. The game starts, neck and neck, each word giving my opponent (friend) a chance to take the lead, each letter challenging me to make the most points, use the best spots, block his potential moves. Days go by (we play slowly), the sweat on my brows comes and goes, and it gets down to the final letters…this is everything. With all my brain power and WWF skills, I’m able to gain the lead. Last words. Fingers crossed. I did it. I did it! I won. I felt bad. But I won!

I got my letter, along with a photo of him and a koala and a pog. Perfect. 

This last game became the first of many games with stakes on the line, each one beginning under the next full moon. I’ve sent him works of art, he’s sent me music, it’s been awesome. 

Tonight I made him a plaster WWF trophy that I need to spray paint gold and send to him. It’s a letter tile trophy with an ‘A’ for his first initial. He whopped my butt by more than 100 points. 

Revenge is mine though, I won the game that just ended and he is making me a classic mixtape on a cassette. I need to get my talk girl from my parent’s house so I can be ready to listen to the handcrafted masterpiece once it arrives in my mailbox. 

Our friendship has truly blossomedd, and for that I’d like to thank Words With Friends. 

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10:52 pm, by sometimesitypethings 2

POSITIVE ENERGY!

Does making this post mean I’m putting positive energy out there? 

Give me your positive energy. 

Beach day tomorrow. I’ve spent a lot of this summer near and on and in water. That’s the way to summer. 

Just because I’m having a beach day doesn’t mean I’m not going to apply to more jobs and negate the positive energy I’m stealing from here.  I’m still going to work. Just with a better tan. And by better, I mean maybe begin to attempt to even out my incredibly defined tan lines. 

Goodnight. 

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12:10 am, by sometimesitypethings 2

sometimes I want a haircut and get it and then I don’t like it but sometimes I do and then it’s hot and you’re like oh yeahh…this haircut feels amazing, but other times I just want longer hair back. 

I need more things to think about. 

09:49 pm, by sometimesitypethings

Today was a good day

A very happy day despite the fog and mist. 

12:50 am, by sometimesitypethings

Interior Rendering. Last class this week. Lots to do!

Need to sleep. 

I really love this class. 

  01:15 am, by sometimesitypethings 2

fuse:

"Illmatic means realness. It means the epitome of ill, it means…nothing sugar-coated. It means: In your face."

Part 1 of our 3-part Illmatic retrospective featuring DJ Premier, Irv Gotti, Pete Rock, Large Professor, Miss Info & Nas himself

Watch Parts 2 & 3 on Fuse.TV

05:30 pm, reblogged  by sometimesitypethings 1

John Mayer covering Beyonce’s “XO” live at the Adelaide Entertainment Centre in Australia on April 15th, 2014. 

I love this man. 

(Source: redlipsticksmudged)

05:53 pm, reblogged  by sometimesitypethings 656
Today at lunch we saw Paul Giamatti. 


Then tonight walking home from soccer I passed Katie Holmes. 

NYC. 

Today at lunch we saw Paul Giamatti. 

Then tonight walking home from soccer I passed Katie Holmes. 

NYC. 

11:37 pm, by sometimesitypethings

My interior decorating asthetic

I want people to feel happy, comfortable, and curious when they walk into one of my spaces. That is my interior decorating mission statement. 

01:08 pm, by sometimesitypethings