THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MY JOB ( Read more... )

Attention, those of you who love Unfaithful: Please rent 1999's A Walk on the Moon, featuring Diane Lane as a 1960's New York housewife spending the summer at a Jewish camp in upstate New York. She starts sleeping with Viggo Mortensen (in full-on scruffily attractive mode) and goes to Woodstock. And her husband is played by Liev Schreiber, who ( Read more... )

1. If someone whose style you don't really care for compliments your shoes, is it good or bad?

2. Is carrying a tan purse in winter in New Hampshire a fashion sin, albeit a small one?

3. Is it possible that rather than thinking or writing about things that actually matter right now, I'm going to write stupid shallow things instead?

Why is everyone trying to convince me to move in with them? Naughty and Edinburgh, another former Gardinerite and New York... I finally have a job and health insurance and a boy to have a little crush on, and now everyone's trying to convince me to leave ( Read more... )

Today was the office holiday party. Sadly, there was no drinking. Just random foods brought in by people from the office and a vicious round of Yankee swap. I got my pick of everything and stole the Borders gift card from COB, who I only like more as I get to know him better (and how often does that happen ( Read more... )

I, too, am Ludwig. It's true that when my pet turtle was taken away from me, I became distraught.

Also, I cannot wait for Return of the King to come out. Hot boys, lots o' action, three hours in a movie theater without budging from my seat... oh, the excitement. And I'll probably cry. But, seriously, why is Viggo Mortensen so scorchingly hot ( Read more... )

It turns out COB is a very vigorous stretcher, which resulted in my seeing a slice of his boxers three times today. Which I did not mind. But how sad is it that that was the most exciting thing that happened all day? I realize how deeply boring I am lately, really, I do. But all I have to write about is work, and everything about work is pretty ( Read more... )

I know I'm in the early stages of sex withdrawal because today, while reading an article accompanied by a photo of New Hampshire's senior Senator, I thought, "Damn, Judd Gregg is kind of cute."

Sometimes I disgust even myself.

Also, Lil Kim schilling for Old Navy = sign of the apocalypse. Run far away and be dirty, Kim!

I'm having grad school fantasies again. I think it's mostly the allure of packing up and moving away that keeps me coming back to them. It's not like I hate my job: it's not completely boring most days, I like the people, it's easy but not too easy. I just want a change. The closer we get to winter, the more stir-crazy I get ( Read more... )

Quel weekend. I finally achieved my dream of buying a pair of bright red sneakers, I ran into one of my best friends from high school (who already has plans to set me up with one of her guy friends), and I ate a hamburger (a McDonald's hamburger, but still...). Yes, such excitement ( Read more... )