January 2009
21 posts
I have ridiculous eating habits. I do eat three meals a day, with a snack at 3:00 PM. I keep it somewhat healthy, and I’m a vegetarian. I just eat nostalgically.
I wish it was springtime in St. Louis. So my pre-dinner snack is pretzles with a beer (how midwestern!), and my dinner is asparagus polenta bake with homemade vegetarian bolognese.
Nostalgic eating is the best, in my opinion.
Favorite Past Time #6
Singing Fiona Apple alone, or in the presence of other ladies. Preferably alone.
Why do I feel like I’m getting sick?
I’m ringing out the kick out of G. Dubs by watching “Crawford.” I recommend it.
This is the sound of love. All around.
My favorite thing to do while driving through Asheville (besides getting cupcakes) is listening to the Fleet Foxes. And deciding when I’m actually going to move there.
Nazi Children? →
I spent the night reading Frank O’Hara. Did I ever tell you how great my boyfriend is? Like seriously, wonderful. Have you ever been crying on your back porch, for absolutely no reason, and he sneaks over to make you smile? And he gives hand massages (which are the best, no doubt). And you just giggle through the wet mess of tears.
Last night felt like a Frank O’Hara night.
Fleeting thought, but there may be deeper meaning: I want to own a restaurant.
My friend Gretta just texted me “When is your wedding?!?” ???
This whole week has me feeling kind of negative. Which I don’t approve of, at all.
WatchSo, Michelle Obama says the first time she and Barack went out, they spent the day together, and she refused to call it a date. Kinda similar to Evan and I. I really like the clip where she says “We went to the Art Institute and he impressed me with his knowledge of art.” It’s kinda like she’s saying, hey ladies, you know what I mean. He asks you one moment who Georgia...
History
A few years ago I saw a guy get stabbed at a Shell station, fall to the ground, and bleed. My favorite Shell employee Tron was working at the time. Tron and I were tight. Today I saw a huge drug bust at a Shell station. There were at least 6 police officers. My new favorite Shell employee Serge was working. Maybe I should stop going to Shell stations.
My 2009 Goals (more specific) 1. To make the mother sauces.
2. To take a decent photo for Evan to place on his desk.
3. To leave work at work (THIS IS ABOUT FEELINGS, NOT WORK) 4. To brush the dog daily.
5. Eating out once a month for dinner, once a month for breakfast.