sleeping pills and late night films.

hello, all.

it's summer now. 

SUMMER.

here are our plans:

work, read, watch LOST (taylor o. must be caught up),

listen to music, find a summer fling (lol), get our tan on,

swim, park (our cars), go to the park, play frisbee,

go to weddings, play the guitar, and enjoy that summer

b r e e z e. 

and we'll instagram everything we do. 

why wouldn't we?

i can't think of a reason. 

here's a look into the mind of an artist.

call it, "summer apartment."

the more filters, the more artsy.

#sorrythatimnotsorry

i'm a man of means by no means.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,

THATCHER!

AND MAY THE ODDS BE 

EVER IN YOUR FAVOR. 

the sun is always shining!

happy birthday, 

veronica!

we love you!

nationwide is on our side.

sometimes we get mail and it's not what we expect it to be.

but check out this artsy photo, am i right?

it is not no thang.

having no social life is something 

you're allowed to judge us for.

having good tastes (quite literally) is

 something you're not allowed to judge us for.

we make lemonade out of limes.

here's how we celebrated st. patrick's day:

1. unloading the dishwasher and steaming up

taylor o.'s hipster glasses. 

2. drinking green jamba juices that look really 

gross in this picture. #instagramproblems

3. making this rainbow cake:

here's the thing with this cake.

it was disastrous. 

we were just about to hang up our aprons

and motherly qualities for good,

but then we decided to just cover the thing

in really sticky cream cheese frosting.

why run from your problems

when you can just hide from them?

or in this case, hide the problem itself. 

turns out, everything turned out alright.

after a very intensified effort,

we found something green to wear,

ate a little end-of-the-rainbow cake,

and saw a pretty weird movie.

call it, "a day of luck."

or don't. your choice.

you could be a blackbird.

why do you own this?