Got home and there was a package from Amber on my coffee table. Inside it? Double hilarity. These books are deliciously depraved and I am enjoying the hell out of them. Relatedly, I seriously need to mail out the rest of my Christmas presents. [Project 365]
U.S. Airways gave me a good scare when, just after the flight attendant had closed up our little regional jet’s door and sealed it, a mechanic demanded to be let in, holding a piece of paper, asking to see the pilot. Turns out some electrical part had gone wacky and it was going to require tests before we could get in the air. We sat for an hour, waiting on said tests, enjoying delicious free…
(You have to look at the big version to appreciate the scope, and to see the screen we were all watching.) I’m having a hard time writing about Tuesday. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop for days now, trying to process my thoughts, to let the cream rise to the top, but there’s just so much to work through. I want to talk about the things I saw and heard — the sun rising and…
DC treated me right. I’ll admit — I’m a little smitten. But I’ll write more about that later. [Project 365]
I have absolutely no idea how to pack light. [Project 365]
I’ve lived in this apartment for three years, and I’ve still got a bit of a puppy-love crush on my little Midtown building. I spend a lot of time taking pictures in and of it, really for no one else but myself, so that when I move on to another place (assuming that might ever happen), I’ll be able to remember every nook and cranny that this current life inhabits, for better or for worse.…
My sister gave me this painting a while back, although I can’t remember where she found it. She has a talent that could rival Dave and Amy‘s for finding the most interesting stuff at thrift stores and yard sales. The painting itself is deliciously kitschy and I love how it looks against the cloying yellow of the bathroom wall. Two bathroom pictures and I’m just two weeks in? Yep. [Project 365]
I pet-sat today for Phil, who went out of town for the weekend. His roommate, who usually does the pet-sitting, is currently in New York City, auditioning for some band that’s been in an iPod commercial or some shit. Ya rly. Anyway, it was cool getting to let myself in the house to play with the animals. Of course we all remember Sir Howard the Lap-Bound and King Felix, but another ball of fur has…
I always feel a little like I’m tempting fate when I cook chicken for myself.
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