A restored saved draft from Tuesday.
1. Elliot Dill is meeting me here at Uprise Bakery in T-8 minutes. That means T-8 minutes until I get to order my favorite sandwich in the entire world: The Cuban Pulled Pork Sandwich. (Picture this: a homemade ciabatta, homemade chipotle aioli (sp?), sauteed onions, ham, and shredded pork. What can I say? I've worked at a ham store for four years, and I love pork. So DEAL WITH IT.)
2. I think I'm going to go see Notes on a Scandal tonight at Ragtag, if I can get anybody to go with me.
3. I've been thinking, and I think I just might have reached the point where I don't want to get married or have kids. It's not that I'm opposed to people who want to do either of those things. I just think I could live a perfectly content life as a celibate spinster whose nieces and nephews refer to as "our fun, crazy aunt."
I mean, I could do all the things I love to do and never have to worry about the well-being of anyone besides myself: drink tea, knit, read, sleep. I have all the makings of the perfect spinster.
2. I think I'm going to go see Notes on a Scandal tonight at Ragtag, if I can get anybody to go with me.
3. I've been thinking, and I think I just might have reached the point where I don't want to get married or have kids. It's not that I'm opposed to people who want to do either of those things. I just think I could live a perfectly content life as a celibate spinster whose nieces and nephews refer to as "our fun, crazy aunt."
I mean, I could do all the things I love to do and never have to worry about the well-being of anyone besides myself: drink tea, knit, read, sleep. I have all the makings of the perfect spinster.