It’s Friday, y’all. It’s GIF Party time!

For those who don’t know what that means, it’s where a bunch of moving images come together in one spot for both yours and mine entertainment.

I found myself in plenty of eye-rolling situations this past week.

1) Listen, stranger on the train, I really don’t want to hear you discuss your latest sexual conquest with your friend. Can’t you see that I’m trying to be intellectual over here reading my book? I don’t care that you finally got some last night and what exactly you did to her.

This is the face I made when I realized what was being talked about. I quickly turned on my iPod to drown out the noise. Unfortunately, I couldn’t drown out the ick factor for at least five mins though.

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Hey guys!

It’s about that time of the year that I start to get a little antsy. Winter is taking its toll on me. I’ve avoided getting sick thus far and I am determined to not have a cold this season. That is until I woke up yesterday morning with what felt like the beginning of a scratchy throat. Oh hell no!  Theraflu, Vitamin C and rest has been my friend and I pretty sure that it will not progress any further.

In order to celebrate this success, I’ve decided that what we need around here is another GIF party.

In case, you’ve missed it. A GIF party is where a whole bunch of moving images get together in one space for both yours and mine entertainment.

Below is an re-enactment of yesterday’s events.

This was exactly the face  I made when I realized I had a itchy throat.

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I have a thing about the mail. I love it.

I love getting little postcards, greeting cards and the best are letters. Magazines and catalogs are also very much appreciated.

Bills and junk mail…not so much.

When I was in seventh grade, I had a pen pal exchange set-up through my school and I received my first letter all the way from Japan!

Unfortunately, that was the only letter I received as they unexpectedly ended the program.

My cousin and I exchanged letters for the longest time and I still have those to this day.

As I watch old movies or period pieces, when someone writes a letter or receives one, I get all tingly. It’s all been built up so romantically in my head. The art of writing.

I’ve decided that I want to revive the art of hand-writing. I want  a pen pal, someone that will actually write back and hopefully we won’t get bored of the whole thing.

Any suggestions?

♥ the alchemist