nine admissions.

un. i love to wear boy's button up shirts. plus, they are super cheap.
deux. i secretly want to be a uber famous photographer...but i'm not willing to learn about photography.
trois. in a month mike and i are applying for our passports...over a year early. :]
quatre. i still sleep with my baby blanket.  
cinq. grocery shopping makes me SO grumpy. i will do almost anything to avoid it.
six. i am actually excited to move back to bend. even thought i hated living there. 
sept. i have never had a pedicure.
huit. cupcakes are my way of asking someone to be my friend. who doesn't love someone who bakes them cupcakes? thats right, no one.
neuf. if i could sleep until 11 am every morning, i would.

keep portland weird.

it was just an average day in downtown portland... 

where people smoke pot on the street corner.

the best restaurant resides, hillbilly bento [this place has inspired me to start a new blog, the picky eater's guide to awesome food, coming soon to a website near you.]

dogs of all shapes and sizes trot.

and a women will kindly place the sorting hat upon your head and tell you what house you belong to [we are true Gryffindors, don't you dare forget.]

where mike i become gangsters [the pretend gangsters, of course].

and all the buildings look the same.

an umbrella and hoodie is mandatory.

a creative gift-giver's paradise awaits in paper source.

where you can get lost in the blink of an eye,

then find yourself just as quick.

let's keep portland weird.