January 2010
Drinking non-alkie bubbly at work. Yawn.
December 2009
Happy Last Day of 2009, people!
“It’s always a kick seeing Sally so confident, proud with these guys’ dicks in one hand, the world on a string in the other…”
I think my treadmill is lying to me.
Happy purchase of the day: yellow KitchenAid measuring spoons.
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Thanks, Rachael
I don’t want to admit it, but here it goes: I learned pretty much everything I know about cooking from Rachael Ray.
The year is 2004. I’m an underpaid, overly-stressed “Cafe Team Member” at a highly renowned San Francisco bakery/cafe. I work the night shift, 4:00pm-10:00pm in a very crowded mall with bitter shoppers and managers filled with disdain. I am pretty damn miserable.
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You get what you create.
RT @Jason_Pollock: #AlliWant4Christmas is for young people in America to understand that what they see on CNN is more important than MTV.
Your smile is the sun, ma chére. And fallen men, we need the sun.
– -The Brothers Bloom
YOU ARE REMARKABLE
I still exist, I swear
I think it’s funny that I feel the need to write a post addressing why I’ve been absent from tumblr a lot lately. Haha, my Tumblarity has shot down to a whopping 18 since I’ve been gone. hehehehe. My laptop is sick! I have no moneys to fix her! And school starts in two weeks!
Anyway, that’s where I’ve been. Reading more books and writing more poetry (check out my...
Inside the Actor’s Studio marathon. I’d be a groupie for James Lipton…
People that dream together/leave ghosts out in the snow/& magic shines like proof from their houses. #magneticpoetry
Biggest insult to something you took the time & energy to cook: “It looks like a heartattack.” I’d rather be plump than pretentious.
Quiche Queen status confirmed.
Today is the day I become the quice queen. Chorizo, cheddar, sage, homemade crust, happy tongue.
Or QUICHE as non-mispellers would write…
Note to self: when in doubt, add more butter. And wear loose jeans.
At night intuition wanders this cold season/listening for a murmur/the green tendril of poetry. #magneticpoetry
I’m not a resolution person but there are major heart discussions to be had before 2010. Fo sho.
Aced Christmas dinner.
Pig is in the oven.
Happy Holidays, Tumblr
May your stocking be hung high, your eggnog spiked perfectly, and may your tree top and soul twinkle.
Indulging in merrymaking.
Lightening strikes. Maybe once, maybe twice, and it lights up the night…
The holidays mean I can eat dessert before the entree and no one bats an eye.
Clueless defined so many things about junior high for me. Everyone wanted to be Cher, but Tai was the shit. Or, the BOMB as we used to say.
Cost Plus is my Walmart.
I wish Tim Allen was my dad.
Feeling like an ant on a roller coaster.
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Mirrors
What you don’t like in other people is just a mirror for what you don’t like in yourself. It’s tough shit. It makes you uncomfortable and it makes you squirm. It forces you out of your comfort zone because who wants to be unreliable? Or untrustworthy? Or anything undesirable.
For example: right now I feel like I am surrounded by a bunch of irresponsible, unreliable,...
Keep getting knocked down, keep getting back up again.
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Very short, very real scene out of Teresa's...
Scene: Dive bar. Awful karaoke, cheap rum, and homeless men selling beef jerky. A little past 1am. Teresa, the laugh-too-loud, hope-too-hard, love-too-quickly Habanero pepper: “You don’t have a Christmas tree??” Boring Dude, the slightly balding, major yawn-inducing, East Bay techie/Bell Pepper: “Nah. I figured I’d just throw Christmas lights on my life-sized...
Just watched my best friend call Santa Clause to rat out her naughty 4 yr old. His response? “Santa doesnt know evrything! I want to be 30!”
Only things I have done today are eat, drink and be merry. And by merry, I mean lazy.
Every Person In New York →
I am trying to draw every person in New York. I will be drawing people everyday and posting as frequently as I can. It is possible that I will draw you without you knowing it. I draw in Subway stations and museums and restaurants and on street corners. I try not to be in the way when I am drawing or be too noticeable. Whenever I have a new batch of drawings I will post them on this blog.
Muffins & music. Banana nut + Iron & Wine.
Still don't give two shits about Tiger Woods.
Retail-face until 1am. Someone come and love me at work tonight! I’ll buy you coffee & love you back…
A thousand things went right today.
– Ilan Shamir, poet