knick knack paddy whack

i've recently come to the realization that in the past few weeks (mostly from birthday goodies), i have accumulated an incredible array of knick knacks. my life has gotten exponentially cooler, so i felt like sharing some of these things with you.  

1.) denture-shaped ice tray. be jealous, it never stops being funny.
2.) mustache wine glasses. i got 4 different glasses, and they all have different styles of mustaches on them.
3.) chain links ring (from freepeople.com)
4.) vintage dooney and bourke with a precious scarf tied onto the handle.
5.) gorgeous feather necklace my lovely roommate made for me.
6.) yummy lotion with a pretty print.
7.) pretty sign (also made my rach).
8.) 2-carat mug. put your ring finger in the tiny ring, and you're fancier than you ever imagined you could be.
9.) mustache cork screw.



my friends know me so well. :) thanks guys, for all of the awesome knick knacks.



also, if you have the 'knick knack paddy whack' song stuck in your head all day, you will be in good company.


yours,
m. wilson

ding, dong, ring the bells

my sweet friends kaite and josh got married today. it was a lovely ceremony in fort worth, followed by a fun reception on site. there was delicious food and good music and great friends. there isn't much you can say about a wedding, besides the fact that it was a wonderful celebration of love, and there was indeed plenty of love to go around. 

music from the night:

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quote of the day:

sarah: too bad you don't have a glamorous life like me.

(sarah would like it to be noted that she was kidding.)

yours,

m. wilson

sand is overrated. it's just tiny, little rocks.

1. mom and dad visit. they look good.
2. josh and wendy look good too.
3. and again.
4. wendy and travis...?
5. pat plays the guitar.
6. patterns!
7. nick nacks.
8. elephants everywhere.
9. draw on the table.
10. laser pointer isn't just for cats.
11. what a handsome boy.
12. bear force one.
13. beautiful nae.
14. eggplant pizza ftw.





yours,
m. wilson

car racing and mind racing. mar racing.

after a car ride from across town back to my apartment, i realized that i had gone through so many different thoughts on so many different subjects. it went a little something like this:



1. sometimes i wish i could trade out my personality like i can my sim card. seriously though, it would be awesome to just wake up one day a total biker chick with black hair and more tattoos and a wardrobe made entirely of leather and fringe. i would wear dark(er) make up and not care about anything but riding across the country and enjoying good music and good company and probably get into bar fights and WIN THEM and never wash my hair but have it look awesome anyway...*breathes* that would be cool.

2. i don't get how people can look up song meanings like they can song lyrics. i mean, obviously people are going to be able to interpret some songs, and some are easy enough to figure out...but really, what do we know about a song unless we talk to the people who wrote it? i guess it's just about how you see the songs. maybe that's the entire point. ugh. i just want to be able to listen to a song and say "that is my LIFE" and know that i'm not crazy or making it about something that it's not. maybe that's not possible. maybe i'm just going in circles.

3. i could really use some caffeine. let's fix this.

4. sometimes i think the people at the local exxon are all i need. they know who i am, what i drink...they know how many times i will show up during any given 8 hour time slot. (3, the last time they pointed it out.) they're nice and call me funny pet names and sometimes ask about my problems if i seem upset. they are always open, always there. they may be some of the most reliable relationships i have. my relationships with my local fountain drink vendors. is there really any greater love?

5. this new phone (new to me, that is) types slower than my last one. but at least it makes calls when i ask it politely.

6. my car is dirty again. how does this happen!? what...wait...what is that?? a cotton ball!? i don't even use cotton balls. gross. ohp...gotta watch the road...

7. "take me to the spa"?!?! come ON, lamar. seriously if i see one more pointless billboard made by lamar encouraging me to spend more time with my non-existent children/dogs, i'm going to vandalize it. a girl that age doesn't even know what a spa is...

8. that lunch buffet was a bad idea. delicious, but bad.

9. DON'T HIT ME DON'T HIT ME DON'T HIT ME DON'T HIT ME. i swear, waco drivers are worse that the cabs in new york...

10. i love my new ring. it's a little constricting, but i'm going to take that as a sign of the ever-present humidity, not that my finger is fat. it's so cool. maybe it will go well with my new alter-ego of 'butch mack: biker chick extraordinaire'. yeah. she would wear this ring.



that's all i can remember for now, because believe it or not, my mind is still kind of racing. does that ever happen to you? for no reason, you just can't keep your mind from moving at 90 mph? that being said, you can keep your car from moving at 90 mph. keep that in mind. and now i'm off to buy myself some leather pants.

enjoy your wednesday!


yours,
m. wilson

days: in photos and in song

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yours,
m. wilson