so please, please, please let me get what I want this time
So, Very Important Announcement: It turns out that, even when flavored with fruit, Greek yogurt is basically like eating an entire cup of sour cream. It was nice while it lasted, my thick and tangy friend, but I think I am officially grossed out by you. This makes me sad, especially since I have three more days' worth of strawberry Chobani in the fridge. Hmmm.
Weekend with my friends from California/Australia was very fun, but left me completely wiped--all that running around was pushing it, I knew, and I'm paying for it now in the form of fake mono and low-grade chest congestion. FINE, BODY. YOU WERE RIGHT. SUE ME FOR HAVING FRIENDS, GEEZ.
To rest up--it's for my health!--I'm doing TV catch-up. I'm staging a campaign to catch up on Mad Men so I'm current for the finale; the middle of the season is kiiiind of boring (Don and Betty in Rome, whatever, except that was some HAIR, Betty Draper), but I saw an ad for this week's episode that nearly gave me a heart attack, so there's that. I am also--did I tell you all this?--working on S2 of HIMYM, finally, which I am enjoying but not obsessed with. So far. Sorry. And then there's Fringe, which is inexplicably engaging for not actually being that engaging right now, and also I am pretending to watch and adore Modern Family, which means I have seen the pilot and then caught bits and pieces of it on other people's Tumblrs, and say to myself at least once an hour "WTF: Why The Face?" And if the Yankees hurry up and win it, Bones comes back this week, which puts me in a strange moral place. CONFLICT.
Sooooo, also, who has two thumbs, speaks limited French, and is starting to get excited about going back to California? This moi! Lately, I'm a whole crazy bundle of mixed feelings about leaving the East Coast, but this weekend I got thinking about spending my (admittedly distant) birthday at Disneyland with my oldest friends (because it will also be THEIR birthdays, and who knew that we would spend our thirtieth birthdays together much like we did our sixth?), and also about how I can zip down to Comic-Con if I want to, and also about how the sun shines there, and how there's tacos. And beaches. Swimming pools! Movie stars! It makes me all tingly.
Weekend with my friends from California/Australia was very fun, but left me completely wiped--all that running around was pushing it, I knew, and I'm paying for it now in the form of fake mono and low-grade chest congestion. FINE, BODY. YOU WERE RIGHT. SUE ME FOR HAVING FRIENDS, GEEZ.
To rest up--it's for my health!--I'm doing TV catch-up. I'm staging a campaign to catch up on Mad Men so I'm current for the finale; the middle of the season is kiiiind of boring (Don and Betty in Rome, whatever, except that was some HAIR, Betty Draper), but I saw an ad for this week's episode that nearly gave me a heart attack, so there's that. I am also--did I tell you all this?--working on S2 of HIMYM, finally, which I am enjoying but not obsessed with. So far. Sorry. And then there's Fringe, which is inexplicably engaging for not actually being that engaging right now, and also I am pretending to watch and adore Modern Family, which means I have seen the pilot and then caught bits and pieces of it on other people's Tumblrs, and say to myself at least once an hour "WTF: Why The Face?" And if the Yankees hurry up and win it, Bones comes back this week, which puts me in a strange moral place. CONFLICT.
Sooooo, also, who has two thumbs, speaks limited French, and is starting to get excited about going back to California? This moi! Lately, I'm a whole crazy bundle of mixed feelings about leaving the East Coast, but this weekend I got thinking about spending my (admittedly distant) birthday at Disneyland with my oldest friends (because it will also be THEIR birthdays, and who knew that we would spend our thirtieth birthdays together much like we did our sixth?), and also about how I can zip down to Comic-Con if I want to, and also about how the sun shines there, and how there's tacos. And beaches. Swimming pools! Movie stars! It makes me all tingly.