too much too much too much

i don't normally fall in love with people because of their looks.  in fact, i rarely to never do.  i've always wondered at my mother and other girls/ women who can have crushes on the stars or actors just from a television show.  "it really doesn't do it for me," i always say, "i need to know their personality!"

well i take it back.  each time i watch this video i fall in love with it more and more.  and i didn't like the dude in the nike shirt at first.  but as i kept watching, i kept thinking, "hmm.  he's kind of cute."  and then after the 10th or 11th time thought, "damn.  he's REALLY cute."

it's a weird kind of attraction.  it's not sexual per se, because i don't think if i'd met him i'd be nervous or want to jump his bones or anything.  i actually thought about it, and thought "if i met this person in real life, i probably wouldn't even be interested in them."  and yet there is definitely some kind of attraction there.   "what is this?" i said to myself.  i had to figure it out.

i did a google search or sometype of search to figure out who the actor in this video is.  turns out, the handsome character in question is actually SUFJAN STEVENS himself.  OH.  ok.  no wonder.

well, i guess i finally found my first celebrity crush.  him and wes anderson.  man do i have good taste.

the perfect sexual encounter

i'm drawing in bed or on a train or something and it's not quite coming out right.  i'm patient but growing steadily frustrated i feel i keep trying to make something beautiful, it's in there, just out of reach.  he looks over observing my work for a couple minutes, he is amused and pleased/ he knows exactly what needs to happen but enjoys watching me figure it out.  after a while my frustration becomes palpable though i keep going.  he gently and effortlessly takes the pen and paper from my hands and starts to work.  he moves the pencil gracefully over the notebook, he is confident and proficient, intent and relaxed.  before i've watched for nearly as long at as i might've liked, he hands me back the drawing with a kind and satisfied smile.  it's exactly what i had been looking for. 

roebling tea house

today i woke up with a slight hangover and an even slighter broken heart, so i decided to take myself out to breakfast at one of my most favorite coffee houses in all of brooklyn new york and maybe the whole world, the roebling tea house.  i ordered the sardine sandwich and a hard egg, and a coffee, which the bartender served as an americano with plenty of cream and brown sugar on the side.  it was such a lovely, lovely time, sitting in that cozy place, filled with the all beautiful people of brooklyn-- really did wonders for my sore emotions.  you know, for having such a hip and incredibly good looking waitstaff, the servers and bartenders there were surprisingly attentive and kind.  they really know how to flawlessly execute both a killer brunch AND outfit.  i noticed that the staff was dressed simply and demurely, trading in the glamourous accents that many of the customers were sporting for tailored cuts and tasteful accessories in dark, rich colors.  and all of them had the best haircuts i'd seen the entire week i've been here.  way to go, roebling tea house!  thanks for taking this broken girl under your wing.