the restless heart

i was driving home from philadelphia today, and as i neared my house in chesterbrook, i realized it was snowing. it was beginning to stick, but the ground was covered in a layer so thin that the snow was being blown about this way and that, like sand in a sandstorm. it was beautiful. and it made me think: i wish i had a little log cabin to retreat to every winter, with a working fireplace to keep me warm. (and a lumberjack man to fit this picture... or jason bateman). a little log cabin in the middle of nowhere, with snow covered open space all around as far as the eyes can see. nom nom nom. and i'll be dressed and looking like jessica stam in the photo above. just kidding. she is quite sexalicious though.

i was super emo in my last entry. i did something deliberately to hurt someone who cares about me and i felt so terrible afterwards i couldn't stop myself from crying and feeling miserable. the guilt was overwhelming. to be human is to be kind, as well as inexplicably cruel at times. such is the nature of human beings... giggity.



i was never a huge fan of the killers, and i've never actually listened to any of their albums. but for some reason i can't stop listening to this song, and i'm in love with the music video. and i want to have hot and dirty sex with brandon flowers.