everyone's favorite--words of wisdom from emre

in regard to passing up the free wooden bookcase on the sidewalk:

emre: we have a phrase in turkey.
the one whose tongue gets bitten by the hot milk
will eat the yogurt with blowing.

me: very catchy.

heart-shaped bruise--no, this is not my tattoo!

at the risk of being totally scandalous by (gasp!) showing you my lovely thighs (wide angle to boot!) and my eternally sexy rainbow boyshort underwear, i couldn't resist sharing this crazy bruise with you. i know, i'm sweet. the crazy thing about this bruise is, i don't even know how it happened. but that's not so unusual for me. i am often the recipient of mysterious nasty bruises, thanks to my lifelong, unending addiction to walking into furniture. ask my sisters. but don't let them be too smug about it because they share this habit with me.
nevertheless, i'm way overdue on posting it. the file says i took this photo last june! didn't get around to sharing it i suppose because that's around the time that everything went totally freakin' haywire. it must have been a sign. you will be beaten, bitten and your heart will not be spared. okay, on that note, i'm going to go listen to the new bauhaus album now.