November 2008
24 posts
“Is this Peter Gabriel?”
– Mike this morning - it was actually TV on the Radio.
Mike is our first visitor of the week/end. Four more are expected to be in-and-out in the next few days. Apt 11 = The Love Shack. Why? Because we only have one futon.
Thanksgiving Eve Morning
Tommy: Oh, and can you buy a pumpkin pie, too?
Me: I'm not buying a pumpkin pie. You committed to making a pumpkin pie and cheesecake for tomorrow - it's in our Google doc.
Tommy: I can't make a pumpkin pie!
“I just woke up from a dream in which you were wearing flesh toned skinny jeans...”
– Morning gchat from Kristine
WatchI need her in my life.
MPLS bitches be crrrrazy. →
Real life crushes
On Friday night Boots had a party. After some hanging on the rooftop, a few people gathered around the coffee table for interesting conversation. In the middle of serious talk about unemployment and library science, three people entered with a box of cookies and cheerful voices. I turned around and immediately got that annoying but exciting feeling: HOW DO I KNOW THAT GIRL?!
After some serious...
beaver 8, and beaver 9 - STOP - it's beaver time. →
Tough brainstorm
Jeni: i need a slogan for a prop 8 protest tomorrow
me: meet me at the altar in your white dress
me: i kissed a girl and i liked it
me: but i want to marry my girl that's a friend!
Jeni: these would all be awesome, too bad i'm not gay
Fall [Tr]eats
Yesterday, while browsing The Morning News, I came across this. The chili really stood out, so Hannah and I decided to make a batch last night. I’m eating it right now, accompanied by a Jiffy corn muffin (w/ added basil and parmasean cheese - Hannah is a genius). You should be jealous.
The Simple Thangs
Having a vase of lillies on my desk has made my past two days at work extra sweet. Another contributor to the sweetness: Nana’s Vegan Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Raging for Obama
Last night’s beer/CNN watching at a local Park Slope drinking establishment with Nora, Hannah, E., Clementine, and Tommy, turned into a full-fledged rager.
I woke up at 7:30am with a red Gatorade mustache, and the spins. I got ready in 30 minutes, and ran out the door without my iPod or a book. I fell asleep on the train, woke up just before my stop, and then slowly walked the 4 long...