Good Signs
I find it a good sign that my date for Saturday sent me an email this morning full of pirate-y goodness. If nothing else, should be a swell time. Mmmm rum.
Oh, the Wilderness!
I’ve lived in Alaska. I’ve lived in South Africa. I’ve lived in rural Washington. The longest I’ve ever gone without power was while living 5 miles outside of downtown Dayton, OH. Seriously, people. Went off about 1pm yesterday, and still isn’t back on as of this morning. The only real annoyance was lack of any
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Alaska.
I’ve been thinking about it more and more lately. I usually do, around this time of year. Here’s why I still think of it so fondly (this post originally appeared here): Drunk & Unpublished at the Edge of the World My first year of undergrad work in Alaska, I met a girl named Lou who
Benefits to Biking a Mile and a Half to the Dematologist’s Office in the Rain
Man, that doctor was HOT. Seriously. Better, tho – well, marginally better; he was SUPERhot -was learning that my itchy leg was not, in fact, yet another chronic condition. Just itchy, and will clear up in a couple weeks with some topical cream. Seriously? I guess so. The hilarious, part, however, was when he asked
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Officially Printerless
The printer gifted to me by the not-Boyfriend finally bit it on Monday. It was having trouble picking up paper, which I had to reload after every 10 sheets. Then I overloaded it and it made a horrible grinding noise and when I pulled the tray out, several plastic parts came with it. Alas. I
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Conversations with the Crack Hooker
Steph: So, what have you been up to? Me: Oh, you know, working out a lot. Steph: Yeah, I could tell. Your flat ass is flatter than usual. Oh, the love.
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Teheran
In order to help me with some of my lazy city and dwelling descriptions in the fictional country of Tirhan (capital, Shirhazi), I’ve been browsing photos of the real (city of) Teheran today, and this is all I have to say about that: I’d do just about anything to live in Teheran for a year.
Money, Money
Man, somebody needs to send me some money. I have a sudden urge to buy mad numbers of books. I knew I shouldn’t have opened my wishlist.