tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75636492009-02-20T18:52:44.837-05:00Because my head will explode if I don't open it up and let stuff come out. There'll be an ungodly mess, and nobody likes that.supinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00280370713977696770noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7563649.post-23042458739743122372008-11-13T11:23:00.001-05:002008-11-13T11:24:33.361-05:00

(Oh my god, seeing this template takes me back to the past!)I have switched blogs again. You can now find me here and here. Thanks!

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Hey y'all, come and see my deeeluxe apartment in the sky. Blogger has been lovely, but I think I'm ready for the wide world of WordPress. And my new site is superfine, for real. Super. Fine. Go on then, get your pretty little selves over there. White baseball caps are not allowed, so dress chic, por favor. Kiss kiss.

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My friend Julie called me during the fianale for America's Next Top Model tonight, and together we were SCREAMING and SQUEEING with relief that Eva beat our Fucking Yaya. Yaya! Go back to Brown. Oh Eva, I adore you. So spunky and open. And such gorgeous skin. Oh, to be Eva tonight (or six months ago, or whenever the actual finale of this show took place). Tonight I had an xmas party for

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I am still alive, just lazy. So I am alone in the office right now as my boss is in Chicago and my coworker is shopping in Georgetown. Yes, seriously. She was all, "I'll be back in a while! Byeeeee!" Oh, to have power at work. What I wouldn't give. I had a really fun weekend. Friday a friend from high school came over for dinner and a movie. I think when I invited him over for dinner he was

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Presenting...the weirdest search phrases this site has seen! old maid gone wild (twice!) Yes, it is I, that gray-haired lady from the last Girls Gone Wild video. christy cream I bet these people are REALLY disappointed when they end up here. cosi signature salad recipe Because I write about food a lot, geddit? "trash chute" + girl I don't want no proto-serial killers coming around my

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My office is weird. The people are weird, the set-up is weird, the neighborhood is, yes, weird. Structurally, my company of three people shares office space with our sister company of about ten people. The room I share with my boss, luckily, is one of the only two rooms that has actual windows; the rest of the offices are along a corridor and are tiny and windowless. This sister company is

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When I left my mom's house after Thanksgiving, she got me to take one of their menorahs and a box of candles with me, to have my own little Chanukah celebrations all week. It is nice. It is the first year since I left home that I will be doing this, so I feel kind of Adult. I remember in college, they had rules in the dorms about no candles/incense/open flame-type-things, but if you were jewish

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Saturday night kicked Friday's ass around the BLOCK, people. I went to this 80s night at a bar and had an awesome (see? 80s) time. First off, the first hour was open bar, so we got our drinking over and done with fast. I don't get drunk (very often) when I go out, and especially if I want to dance, because it just makes me get tired earlier. So I had one bourbon and coke, and then later a

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"Heyyy there, it's your...long-lost uncle. Eh...in the family manner, we have decided to have a party for our daughter [her two-year birthday party] ...uh...of course it's tomorrow night, so we're giving you like...twenty hours' notice. We're hoping you can come. Your mom! Can come! And your grandma's coming, and a couple of our neighbors...and, that's about it. "But there'll be lots of

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Man, I went to the worst place in DC last night. It was in the GW/Georgetown area, which is bad in and of itself, because once you are out of college who wants to hang out with snot-nosed college kids anymore? I was with some girls I used to work with earlier this year at an art gallery. Another one has gotten a new job too, and it was her idea to go to this Place o' Hell. She was with some

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When I went to see that orthopedist the other week about my shoulder, he gave me these anti-inflammatory pills to take and told me to start going to physical therapy in about two weeks, but not to go if my shoulder still wasn't better. Well, my appointment is almost here but my stupid shoulder is still not better. So I called the doctor up just now and left him a message asking him what I

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Oh man, I had the worst dream last night. I dreamt that I woke up one morning pregnant. And not, like, "oh, I was older and married and we wanted a baby and yay, one morning I woke up and was pregnant!" No, more like "I woke up on a normal, present-day morning and had a HUGE PREGNANT BELLY." It was petrifying. I was pretty far along (I have no idea what the timelines are for these things),

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Okay, so I read back over what I last wrote and realized that I am giving the impression that every conversation I ever have with anyone is related to sex. This is totally not the case! It's just that they make for the best stories. Although, I went to a party Saturday night that was basically a high school reunion, and one guy who I don't know very well had the audacity to eavesdrop on me all

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Wednesday 1:00pm - Woo hoo hoo! I get out of work early! 1:05 - I call a friend who is still at work and gloat. Am a mean girl. 1:10 - Get on the metro to go home to my mom's. 2:30 - In the kitchen of mom's house in Gaithersburg. Oh god. She wants to start cooking already. Need wine. 2:35 - 4:00 - Make sweet potato casserole. Cut up green beans. Hmmm, the cornbread stuffing recipe she

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So, the big day has come and gone. We had a nice dinner. Everyone was very well-behaved and there were no screaming matches or broken glassware involved, even after the liquor and wine were imbibed, so that's a success. I made sweet potatoes with marshmallows, green beans, and cornbread, which was dry and not so good, perhaps because I used the first recipe Google gave me. We had way too many

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I am very excited to be seeing my dad for Christmas. He lives in Georgia, in the town where I was born, so I don't see him too often. When my parents first divorced and he moved back there, I used to go twice a year: a week for Christmas and also for a long time in the summer, a whole month sometimes. But as I got older that became kind of hard to manage, being away for so long and missing my

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I feel all gross because I haven't gone to the gym in two or three weeks now. Going to Phoenix for that week sort of messed up my schedule and willpower, especially since I spent most of my nights there drowning my stress with minibar Pringles and wine. (Which is a really good dinner when you are coming off of a fifteen-hour workday, by the way.) But lately I feel like a lard pig, so I need to

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I cooked up some chili yesterday. It is pretty good; not as good as the chili from Hard Times Cafe, but they create chili professionally, so I'm not taking it too hard. When I first moved into my apartment, my mom let me bring a whole bunch of pots and pans from her and my stepfather's kitchen, but I only used the smallish ones so a few months ago I gave her back the big ones that were just

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I think I may have another mouse. Late at night when I am lying in bed I keep hearing scratching sounds everywhere. I try to turn on the lights really fast while staring into the kitchen, looking for movement, but I haven't seen anything yet. Possibly the building is just settling. Or maybe I am living in my own personal The Others scenario, and soon I will turn a corner and happen upon my

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To all the inquiring minds who want to know (ie. Chris) : Dinner was at Zaytinya. That's pretty hip, right? It was very very good. The place is gorgeous: high ceilings, candlelit, and with white walls and funky decorations, like big chem-lab beakers filled with orange and yellow liquid. There was even a fireplace, which we were seated right next to so as the evening went on, more and more layers

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I am so totally dressed up today. It is very exciting and thrilling for me. Am even wearing my big-girl shoes that make clicky noises when I walk down the sidewalk, which I think is so hot. Every time I wear them out, I realize how comfortable AND hot they are, and I decide to wear them all the time, but then the next morning rolls around and I just put on my red Chucks, like usual. However

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I think my painting is officially fixed. I won't be embarrassed to hang it on the wall next to my classmates', so I am declaring Success and keeping my hands off it so that I don't mess it up any more. I just got back from doing two errands for my boss. I had to find some presentation covers for this meeting he has tomorrow afternoon. He was looking for a very specific type of binding, so I

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Ugh, I am so pissed off at myself. I found out a few weeks ago that the school where I take my Saturday painting class is putting our stuff up in a little show in December, and the deadline for our submitting pieces for consideration is this Saturday. I knew that I still had work to do on this one portrait that had started out pretty well, but I totally underestimated how much, so I only just

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My umbrella was nowhere to be found today, the one morning I actually needed it, so I was forced to wear my Emergency Backup Slicker buttoned up to my chin. I spent the entire walk peeping out from under the hood like a little mole. I was hoping that I had left my umbrella at work, but alas, no. This is odd. Where could it be? Umbrella, come back to me! Also, by yesterday afternoon I was sure I

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Okay, overnight this has turned into a food blog, but whatever, I had to share. My mom sent me this link to a set of holiday-time-only sodas in Thanksgiving dinner flavors! Yes! How disgusting is this? That's right; pretty damn disgusting. The flavors are: Turkey & Gravy Soda Cranberry Soda Mashed Potato & Butter Green Bean Casserole Fruitcake Soda Sweet Mary Mother of God! Is nothing holy?

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