hands hands

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    can i just take a moment to appreciate the fact that your hands are the sexiest hands of all the sexy hands

(taken from Dame Harriet Walter Appreciation)

i couldn't get this without the play button but i still wuv it

LOOK AT THEM LADYPAWS

    in semi-related news, Dame Harriet Walter Appreciation continues be my favorite thing of all the things. (I want to talk to them sometime. I need to know what the eff this is, I mean seriously.)

status update

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    Here is a list of things that are going on:

• I am going to college in Pasadena, CA this fall. Mid-August.
• My sister is going to the same college with me.
• My parents are both going back to school this fall. They will move to Idaho. My father is going to study Computer Science. My mother is going to finish up her Bachelor's because she couldn't when she first went to college because she was too busy having babies.
• My oldest sister, having now gotten her Associate's degree (whatever that is), is going to go to the same college in Idaho. She is my father's study-buddy and she is also going to study Computer Science. She will be taking her toddler and her husband with her and they will all finally be living independently in an apartment and not with my parents.
• My slightly useless brother will live with my parents in their apartment and hopefully get a job.

    Here is a list of things I need to get:

• A passport
• A driver's license
• Medical insurance
• A new laptop
• A new home for my dog.

    Also need vehicle registration to keep a car on campus (sister and I are probably going to drive down when we go), need Californiappropriate clothes annnnnnd I should really stock up on handkerchiefs, stress pills and chocolate. Weeping is very much on the agenda.

    MEANWHILE, BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED WRITER'S BLOCK

and that burnt-orange sky

     Dear Harriet Walter,

    Hrrrrrrg. Have you ever been in a situation where you're suffocating and you desperately need to breathe but you're being held back by your sister who is like "no, I don't want to breathe, I'm bored of breathing, I want to go off and do this other thing instead" and you're like "WOMAN I MUST BREEEEEATHE OR ELSE I MUST DIIIIIIIIIIIEE"?

    And then she's like "pff whatevs" and then you only get to breathe for, like, 40 or (if you're lucky) 80 minutes every day.

    Of course, in this case I could go off and breathe on my own but it would be so much lonelier and less fun.

    (I'm metaphoring about watching Doctor Who. Can you guest-star on it? Please? In fact, you should just be the next companion. For a few seasons. That would be paradise to a brain-'sploding degree.)

This would be my face when I woke up every morning.