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November 8, 2009
...sunday, revisited.
holy shit, this wedding episode of keeping up with the kardashians is emotionally intense would probably be really emotionally intense if i were deigning to watch it.
also, bruce jenner is terrifying looking. too much surgery, dude. you look like a surprised raptor.
i kind of have a girl-crush on kim. i wish she and i were friends, and that i could see her junky trunk in real life. but mostly that we were friends. is that weird?
What about San Francisco?”
“What about it?”
“Did you like it?”
She shrugged. “It was O.K.”
“Just O.K.?”
She laughed. “Good God!”
“What?”
“You’re all alike here.”
“How so?” he asked.
“You demand adoration for the place. You’re not happy until everybody swears undying love for every nook and cranny of every precious damn —”
“Whoa, missy.”
“Well, it’s true. Can’t you just worship it on your own? Do I have to sign an affadavit?”
He chuckled. “We’re that bad, are we?”
“You bet your ass you are.”
correct.
sunday.
sundays are not my favorites.
i particularly do not care for sunday nights.
kind of how i do not care for the moment before the plane takes off.
though my mood is low
today was a rad day.
i woke up early (earlier than my body appreciated)
to meet megahn and kristin for brunch.
i ate a serious amount of rich food and it was delicious.
then, kristin and i went to the indie-mart in potrero.
i came home, briefly flirted with taking a nap
but there wasn’t time.
i walked to fillmore to meet h., a senior in high school
who is applying early-admission to wesleyan.
an adorable kid with a mouth full of braces
and a huge respect for my alma mater.
he was nervous, clearly expecting a more formal interview
((and interviewer))
than he got.
it was refreshing to talk to him about why he digs wesleyan
and remembering feeling the same way
when i applied for early-admission in 1998.
jesus that was a long time ago.
normally, the day after seeing a movie, it stays with me
sort of sticks to my ribs.
last night we saw ‘men who stare at goats’
and it’s like it never happened. what an unimpressive movie. save yourself the trouble.
tonight i painted my toe and finger nails a glittery red i picked up at pure beauty yesterday
and i grilled some bell peppers in garlic olive oil
and roo and i have cuddled more than a little.
it’s cold in the house
and it should be cold all night
because the doctor is in tahoe for the next 2 days
for a change of scene while he slaves away on a presentation about sexually transmitted diseases (the stuff he’s had to research for this one is disgusting).
i’m blue. i’m jealous. i’m in a funk. i feel like i’m behind where i wanted to be at almost 29. that’s the truth. but so far i’m keeping it in my head, and going about my business.
here i am with my bright red nails
and my dog snoring gently next to me
and it’s possible i’m watching ‘keeping up with the kardashians’
((I CANNOT SAY FOR SURE))
and it’s definitely a sunday night in my hood.
saturday flowers, early november.
i needed these today.
this is my find at indie-mart. ignore the befuddled expression on my face, i had no idea kristin was going to shoot my mug, thought she was just going to get the dress. i’m holding it up to where i’m going to hem it to—isn’t it darling?
i will, however, in the future NOT wear it with a grey long-sleeved tunic and black leggings underneath.
this is me, in the window of tartine, waiting for it to open, and for kristin and meg to join me for brunch and a trip to the indie-mart.
this is one of the two kinds of bubbly we enjoyed at tartine.
brunch was DELICIOUS. i had an onion and nettle bread pudding, and we split their crunchy pomme frites, and the salty-sweet chocolate ridiculousness for dessert.
well, aren’t you handsome?
this is a thing of beauty.
this is the sign for scarves made out of cosby sweaters. you know. important items.
