+ apartment
+ couch
+ monroe piercing
+ new phone
+ great sex
+ job
+ parties
+ friend who knows fire tricks

- certain person

I'm still hanging onto a shred of optimism, but it's entirely possible that I just fucked up my lasagna.
Absentminded Chef indeed.

After four faithful years' worth of Sunday evenings spent drinking cheap liquor and watching The L Word, I have just finished viewing the series finale, entitled "The Last Word." And it turns out I have some last words of my own regarding the final season.

FUCK YOU, ILENE CHAIKEN.

I haven't been this disappointed since they stopped making Count ( Read more... )

In general, I find Lisa Lampanelli to be in poor taste and not really that terribly funny. However I must say that the woman has absolutely no fear of controversy. It takes a lot of balls to just really not give a fuck about who hates you. And I do appreciate a woman with balls. Uh... metaphorically speaking.

Picture it. Summer, 2007. Both Savanna(h)s, Katlyn, and Cov, waking up to our morning (which was everyone else's afternoon) on an astoundingly beautiful day and heading down to the river, Mountain Dew bottle of vodka in hand. We used to put our phones and our cigarettes in ziploc bags to avoid calamity, a particularly innovative idea of Katlyn's. ( Read more... )

Craigslist has been my most visited site this past week. Looking at houses, apartments, duplexes, all dog friendly and in the middle of downtown. Various downtowns, actually, since I still can't manage to pick a city to move to. My plan is to be moved in two weeks, and yet I still haven't selected a location. Great planning Savannah. I am aware ( Read more... )

It's pretty thrilling when things turn out better than you expect them to. And by better... I mean, holy fuck, I really don't think there was room for improvement.

How extraordinary to meet someone who appreciates the subtle nuances of the English language the way I do. How it quickens my heart to read her writing and know exactly what she means ( Read more... )

The only thing better than getting what you want is getting what you want without knowing you're going to get it.

Well, after a rather delightful (if overly eventful) weekend of reality avoidance, 9:30 AM Monday morning slapped me in the face. Back to the Spongebob marathon that is my life.

In other news: Both houses that I looked at in Columbia seemed promising enough, especially the one on Gregg St. However I'm feeling just a tiny bit of consternation about ( Read more... )

"Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent."