Today's Forced Snuggle Brought to You by Scoop Attack!

It's worse for me, little goomba, you smell like a herd of bison.

Tonight, we made wild advancements in the world of peanut butter & jelly to the tune of dreamy, sad, poppy nostalgia.

THIS JUST IN.

Summer ain't over if you can still float on a balcony, gin & tonic ice cubes clinkin' while a babe grills you dinner on his BBQ and you can lean back in a haze of smoke and reggae.

/alarmist status updates about the death of summer.

I wish you could just type "cool stuff" into Craigslist, and it would filter through all the crap for you.

please don't put your face into your hands, we could be friends

When I was younger, bare feet in the grass was my nightmare. Twigs, little rocks, red ants, there was death in the moss. Or, at the very least, there might be tiny pain.

It surprised me to realize the other day that some of my favourite moments this summer have been quietly reading in the park, spread out across the grass (except for the time I accidentally lay in a patch of honeysuckle. I'm sorry, little bees. That land is yours). There are small grass slicks across the shoulders of my tees, proud badges of early mornings and silent words. The occasional amused giggle or induced blush leads me to roll over, my hair mixing with nature and keeping it like a secret until it's rinsed out and replaced with the scent of peony and vanilla, clementine and cassis, and my feet have returned home. To the safety of tile and plush carpet, and now this is the scorned sensation.

i welcome the stars with wine & guitars

You're a beaut, Summer '11. An absolute dream.

& they're going twice as far

I feel like the most frequent thing that I say is "I have really talented, remarkable friends" or some other wording of the same sentiment. It's true, though, in that I am lucky enough to be surrounded by creatively driven and intelligent people who are continually involved in really interesting things. Bobby gave me plenty of new sounds to fall in love with during this years Live in Bellwoods and now that the videos are posted, this one in particular sticks.

SOoooooOoOOOooO GOOD, AMIRITE?

dowhatisaycauseisaidit

Will you please

just

effing

snuggle

you wonderful, stinky, difficult, phenomenal rat?

thank you.

swoooooooon

holy smokes.

Buy one pair of high-waisted pants; become a total grown up. Start saying things like "career progression plan" and "I don't need a milkshake at 11pm".