the subway is a rollercoaster that takes you to work.

"well, amateurs built the Ark, professionals built the Titanic."
"Yeah, but, like, the ark thing was just a story."
"So? The Titanic was just a movie."

Fancy Dragon had what I would definitely call one of our top ten shows last night. Just a really awesome audience, and we were tight and had a blast. I think we owe it to the fact that we showed each other our underwear before the show.

The buildings are changing into coconut trees

ok, so i haven't written in a super long time. I am technically supposed to be working so I will only give a quick run down. Talking points, if you will. Only the conversation will be entirely one-sided.

I saw Deep Water, a documentary about a bunch of men racing single-hander sailboats around the world. Pretty fascinating.

Mo and I are talking about wedding songs, and just thinking about the version of "somewhere over the rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole made me well up. It's been used in commercials and stuff, but it still makes me cry.
I am also obsessed with "Sugar Water" by Cibo Matto.

I realized recently that I eat dinner in bed almost exclusively. My living area is generally occupied when I come home, so I eats my beanie salad and watch my netflix. I rarely spill! I am happy with the arrangement for now.

I loves the way I makes the beanie salad.

This song came on at the gym yesterday and it immediately took me to some fall afternoon in a bar with a bunch of rugby players. It's Boston in the 90s and I am in college and everything is right with the world.

It gives me memories of things that never happened.

You think I wanna go to the dance with you, and watch you wish you were at the dance with her? You think that's my idea of hijinks?

Lovin' Buffy. Almost too much.

Welcome to Hellmouth

Yay! I got some takers for netflix buddyhood. The trick is, I only ever watch tv shows on the dvds, so being my friend is boring!!!! But! I can see what you are watching!!!! Evil! I am watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's pretty badtastic.

A girl threw up a little in my yoga class on Sunday and the instructor tossed her a towel and said, "join the club." and she kept going. Is it hot in here?

Last night I went out with some people and we found ourselves talking about bowel movements and real estate. I didn't hate it, but my tolerance for talking about house flipping is about 10 minutes. I can talk about bowel movements for HOURS.

I was thinking about giving up wheat gluten. Impossible? Yes. It suppsosed to be good for you, to not eat it. But wheat gluten is my favorite. I looked it up. It's in all my favorite stuff.

The weather is turning and it is becoming my favorite time of the year. I thrive in it. I am looking forward to whatever is next.

be mah netflix frind.

It would take me 2.5 minutes to walk over to the file cabinets and put these five items where they belong.

I saw Tyra Banks on the street last Monday.
I wanted to make her give me a makeover but she was too busy canoodling with a hunky mystery man. My hair is gross. I am ready for a cut.

Also, I've read 2 of my birthday books, The Ruinswhich was scary fun and I love you Beth Cooper which was very funny. Awesome summer reading. Yay!

foux da fa fa

Flight of the Conchords is pretty funny.

This weekend I was frightened off of seafood forever by a dish I ordered, which contained calamari (no, no more, ever.) and mussels (fine, somewhat delicious) and giant shrimp (very delicious) with THE HEADS STILL ON (TERRIFYING). No more seafood that looks like bugs, thanks. No more food with a face. The next stop is cheese. Once I find out for sure how it's made I know that dream of cheese will be over. Eventually I'm going to be strung out on dry cereal and crackers, which actually sounds pretty good to me.
Also, it is very classy in fancy restaurants to throw an item from your meal onto a nearby plate with a grunt. Especially if that item is LOOKING AT YOU.

and dance by the light of the moooooon.



Thank you Jess.:)

I decided last night that for my birthday I would blog whatever I was feeling after a long night of hard yoga and several drinks with no dinner. I can live with the results.

Human beings are so flawed and precious and beautiful. Think about it. Nobody's looking. Think about how gorgeous we all are. Appreciate how hard life is, and how hard we're all trying. How deeply we're all begging to be loved. It's so beautiful. I'm so grateful for every moment.

What I'm liking

I am awaiting Buffy dvds in the mail and listening to Rob Zombie. I've become a 1996 goth kid. I like it. Shut up. It's mah birfday.