Happy Halloween

Let's take it to the patch.

On affluence

"I just asked our PR girl where she got cute rain boots. You know, trying to be nice, bond.

"Saks"

Good grief. I had to look up how to spell it, let alone could I ever afford to shop there."


- K

Lunch Recall

Today during lunch we cascaded onto a fan favorite topic of meal times: Things that made us cry as children. After speculation of the terrorizing effects of beauty queens who self-promote in Midwestern shopping malls, we came around to the reason for the season: Santa himself. 

I loved this jolly man in a fuzzy red suit. He made me giggle. However, he yielded an entirely different result with my poor little brother. 

He would scream as soon as this enormous stranger would lift him onto his knee and would then proceed to shut his eyes completely for the entire time, all the while Santa and I would carry on conversations about dolls and kites and books about kittens. We must have at least three years of brother and sister Santa Claus photos in which the kid just looks damn terrified, but to be honest, I think he was the wiser all along. 

Why are kids okay with the fact that a strange man breaks into their homes each year while wearing a conspicuous red suit? And, all the while he's demanding cookies. 

Yes, children can be bought. 

Wednesday

Celebrity look-a-like day on the train featuring Richard Gere and Kiera Knightly.

His hair was slightly wavier. Her cheekbones were dead on.

Creating my own happiness.

Pumpkin pie! Cool whip!

Survey Says

The New York Times declares the world-wide recession officially over, which is sure to give jobless grads a sense of reckless hope.

Tomorrow's headline:
Job thirsty 20-somethings storm offices everywhere, submit Institute of Supply Management survey instead of cover letter, resume.


... Days of unemployment since graduation: 160

Text Message

Me: Your twin lives in New York. He dresses well and has a distinguished beard. I wanted to be friends but realized that he would never be a decent replacement.

Spegele: I wish I had a beard.

Adulthood

When it takes a chain of more than 20 emails to coordinate a brunch between four friends all living in the same city, the feeling that you've reached a point of no return within the context of growing up swoops in and smacks you directly in the forehead. 

Pastry death

Tragedy struck the train steps today as scrumptious-looking donut holes burst from their box and tumbled downward. Carcasses were strewn across the stairs and muddied floor, trampled on by passersby. Rescue attempts were unsuccessful as there were no survivors. 

I took a moment to mourn the deceased. 

Talented Tom

Tom Elsey, graphic designer. 

take a peek.

Aprons

Cookies?

Chocolate chip, please. 

Four other comforting foods: 

1. Baked macaroni and cheese

2. Mashed potatoes 

3. Pumpkin pie

4. Pot Roast 

The Freshest Issue Ever

New INSIDE. Check it.
(Claps enthusiastically.)

I'll keep to your ribcage if you keep to the nape of my neck because the bitter winter, he comes galloping reckless.

There's a cold smell to the air today. Be warned.

Olfactory, disillusioned

The air is cool and breezes through my hair, chilling my ear lobes. It's the type of day where I take a deep, dramatic breath while awaiting crisp-smelling autumn air infused with the scent of apples, campfire and straw. Instead I'm greeted with a mixture of damp garbage and car fumes.

Why can't we just have it all?

It's the bassline in your mind

"Vapours" -- new album by Islands
buy this.

On sharing

"Jen, seriously, you can use my Ped Egg."

Overheard from one aisle over, only this fragment of a conversation between a man and a woman. Frightening? A bit.

Won't you be my Lindsey Buckingham?

Make-believing.

For Halloween this year I will transform into the exquisite Stevie Nicks, though I will not be quite as talented nor as exquisite. Wanted: Buckingham wannabe to complete my Fleetwood pretense. Experience in torrid affairs resulting in hit albums a plus. "Rumors" memorization a necessity.

Apply in person or in theory.

Monday night

Tea with the Canadian.
Football watching with the Brit.

International stereotypes be damned!

Wake up, there's a new kid in town.

"Let's Go Surfing" by The Drums. Love it.

On self-awareness

"I'm a Scarlett. I've always wanted to be a Melanie, but when it comes down to it, I know it's never going to happen." 

... All character realizations can be made using Civil War epic references. Besides, I'd rather be a Scarlett than a Julie from Jezebel or that crazy bitch Elizabeth Taylor played in Raintree County. 

Infographic I admire. A healthcare system I don't.

^BAD. > GOOD.