Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
musings
Deep thoughts while hating pants
They call it a wardrobe because every day you just have to get in there and do battle.
food Nashville
Some words about some food
I so rarely get out to restaurants in town that don’t rhyme with “Jo’s Codway Frappe*” that when I do, I feel compelled to take a photo of what I ate and tell the internet. You know, like we ancient bloggers used to do all the time! First up, the new Saint Anejo on “M Street,” which is actually on McGavock, isn’t it? (Everything is on McGavock, somehow.) I had the duck confit enchiladas, which…
musings
When you can hear me coming and going
In my bourgeoning adulthood, one thing I have come to appreciate is the authoritative click of a good heel. It doesn’t have to be a tall one. Just a strong one.
birthdays shameless self-promotion
Dudes, I have totally made it
I’m in Charles Apple’s birthday roundup, yeeeaaaahhh!!
why am I telling you this?
That last post was a bunch of whiny BS
Sorry. I’ve already called the wahmbulance and they told me to buck up and stop wasting taxpayer money. I’m happy to have so many people to love that I feel stretched thin. It’s not a bad problem to have, in any way.
birthdays holidays
Christmas, baby
The whole having-a-birthday-on-Christmas thing really isn’t that bad on the whole — really! — but the bit that I could truly do without is the mad dash I have to make every year to get ready for Christmas. I spend the two weeks before my birthday and the day of my birthday in this frantic state where I spend all my money and I spend all my time thinking of stuff to buy, stuff to…
music
‘Maybe I’m crazy’
This has quickly become my favorite song on the annual Coxy Christmas album. That little breakdown near the end gets me in the feels every time.
the family
The Turner Chin
Thirtysomething female in natural habitat, from unflattering angle One of the ways in which you can pinpoint the source of my DNA is my weak chin/double chin. This thing torments me. It’s particularly annoying when I’m overweight (as I am now and, uh, have more or less always been) because I can feel fat snuggling my neck like a skin turtleneck. Ew, I just grossed myself out. Anyway, this chin has ancient origins, I’m sure,…
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