Want.

The Coralie Bickford-Smith Clothbound Series for Penguin.

ooohh, gimme!

jurassic. with sprinkles.

the very picture of happiness.

Other treasurable objects/feelings/instances:

1. The first bite of a tart apple.

2. The fit of a good hat.

3. The way hot coffee feels in your stomach on a cold day.

The Remedy

a new favorite.

yum.

When unemployment loses its "hip to be poor" sentiment, I'm headed back to Indiana to open a bakery and start a little quarterly pub to match. Who's in?

Gchat excerpt

Me: I get chased in manhattan. I get chased in bed stuy. not sure which one scared me more.

K: what?

omg

where in manhattan?

Me: in front of the damn mall

I mean, can’t you send out some message to all of the crazy religious folks and tell them that I’m a lost cause and if anyone is going to save me it’s going to be you, SO BACK THE HELL OFF

please?

K: mall?

where do we have a mall?

Me: Columbus circle

K: those people are not my preferred method of reaching people

ugh

Me: dear god, please stop me from being chased. thanks, allie.

(will you give him the message?)

oh, and I’d like a job.

and a pony.

Thursday's Dream/Friday's Reprimand

splish/splash

Thursday, I dreamt it was spring and my head nicely replayed our yearly "river" dipping.

Friday, the vending machine refused to serve me chips, and flashed "Make another selection" instead. I sulked off with granola.

The Daily Endorsement

I endorsed TV.
And I feel okay about that.

Halloween Account

Carrie rode the subway covered in blood, three pirate wenches shopped for shoes in SoHo and a teletubby stopped for a cigarette in Brooklyn. Later on, monsters shuffled down Sixth Avenue in droves. Highlights included, but were not limited to: an amazing MJ impersonator that led a zombie pack which stopped for periodic Thriller dance breaks.