When I was little I used to say that there were only two things that I wanted in my "future adult house". 1- a wrap around porch with preferably the sickest porch swing ever. 2- a library, or, less grandiose, floor to ceiling bookshelves in almost every room. This house might sound like it needs to be gigantic, but trust me...I would choose a 1 bedroom ramshackle of a thing with an outhouse if I could obtain the creature comforts of housing 1,000's of books and being able to swing on a bench and look out at the world. Lately, though, since working from home, I have started to realize that I will need to add another luxury to that list. I need an office. My bedroom is being consumed by paper: business cards, steno pads, notes I jot down on everything from fancy stationery to old receipts, stacks of competitors publications, stacks of old Time Out NY magazines I haven't thumbed through and felt the weight of regret as I haven't gone and done half of the cool shit they always tell me to go and do, a pile of birthday cards that I don't have the heart to through out, postcards from Paris dating back to 1908 that I keep telling myself I have to translate, and more business cards. It's a mess and it needs its own room. Even though it's current home is too tiny and it's making me nuts, after I took a picture of the mess it looked kind of pretty. Hanging out with old pictures, a cup of tea, an Altoids tin that I sometimes keep pot in, my contacts, a Gaslight Anthem CD, mini seashells I found in Beach Haven and colored pencils from when I was a kid that my grandma found in her house recently. So, pretty messes I can live with...I can hold out on my dream house with no indoor plumbing.
Quickly~ I'm eating Gobstoppers for breakfast (Andrea=the epitome of health) and it has forever always bothered me that the actual real life Everlasting Gobstopper looks nothing like the one from the movie. While delicious, I secretly wish they were the same, even if sucking on something that is rather large and shaped like a jack is kind of scary.
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