the closest thing to god that i have heard, is when i knew i did not have the final word
1. I'm really tired. I've been tired for two weeks. I'll probably be tired for six more.
2. Working at swanky big law firm vs. broke liberal non-profit:
well, the people at Finnegan Henderson are not pretending to be busy and important, they actually are. I have work to do pretty much all the time (except today, which sucked). The name looks really, really good on a resume. Free gym and leftovers, cheap in-house cafeteria, the comfort of knowing that I am protecting the man from copyright infringement.
Downside? There was never really any sexual harrassment at PFAW. At the law firm it's hard to decide who is worse- the young guys in the copy room or the middle aged partners.
3. The last word on interesting from a story by Abigail Thomas, courtesy of Anne Lamott:
My mother's first criterion for a man is that he be interesting. What this really means is that he be able to appreciate my mother, whose jokes hinge on some grammatical subtlety or a working knowledge of higher mathematics. You get the picture. Robbie is about as interesting as a pair of red high-top Converse sneakers. But Robbie points to the mattress on the floor. He grins, slowly unbuckling his belt, drops his jeans. "Lie down," says Robbie.
This is interesting enough for me.
4. Speaking of which, never read a book that is the "reminiscent of Anne Lamott" while you are also reading a book by Anne Lamott. It doesn't go well for the reminiscent book.
5. I am less lonely here than I thought I would be, but I miss my people. The girls here are nice but I need someone to be nerdy with.
6. I am in this really good place where critics feel the exact same way that I do about everything. Think Knocked Up is hilarious and poignant? Wish Timbaland would stop pretending to say anything and just continue to make the beats? Did the last episode of Lost fucking kick your ass sideways and leave you Damon Lindelof's bitch, again? ME TOO.
7. It's June and I'm already behind on my IS.
8. I think I'm beginning to become addicted to Whole Foods.
2. Working at swanky big law firm vs. broke liberal non-profit:
well, the people at Finnegan Henderson are not pretending to be busy and important, they actually are. I have work to do pretty much all the time (except today, which sucked). The name looks really, really good on a resume. Free gym and leftovers, cheap in-house cafeteria, the comfort of knowing that I am protecting the man from copyright infringement.
Downside? There was never really any sexual harrassment at PFAW. At the law firm it's hard to decide who is worse- the young guys in the copy room or the middle aged partners.
3. The last word on interesting from a story by Abigail Thomas, courtesy of Anne Lamott:
My mother's first criterion for a man is that he be interesting. What this really means is that he be able to appreciate my mother, whose jokes hinge on some grammatical subtlety or a working knowledge of higher mathematics. You get the picture. Robbie is about as interesting as a pair of red high-top Converse sneakers. But Robbie points to the mattress on the floor. He grins, slowly unbuckling his belt, drops his jeans. "Lie down," says Robbie.
This is interesting enough for me.
4. Speaking of which, never read a book that is the "reminiscent of Anne Lamott" while you are also reading a book by Anne Lamott. It doesn't go well for the reminiscent book.
5. I am less lonely here than I thought I would be, but I miss my people. The girls here are nice but I need someone to be nerdy with.
6. I am in this really good place where critics feel the exact same way that I do about everything. Think Knocked Up is hilarious and poignant? Wish Timbaland would stop pretending to say anything and just continue to make the beats? Did the last episode of Lost fucking kick your ass sideways and leave you Damon Lindelof's bitch, again? ME TOO.
7. It's June and I'm already behind on my IS.
8. I think I'm beginning to become addicted to Whole Foods.