new things

my boyz

like that seinfeld episode

have you ever, when getting close to your front door, raced there and gotten your keys out and into the door as fast as you possibly could because you were pretending there was a serial killer following you? or when you shower, do you quickly wash the soap off your face because you imagine somebody is staring at you in those 3 or 4 seconds that you can't see?

love, love, love

heavenly

man, my boyfriend is gorgeous. he deserves his own blog entry for that.
photo cred: mh.

jelly bellys

it's very scary to eat jelly bellys when you don't know what each color represents. i have a bowl of them on my desk that a court reporter gave to me as a gift and i'm quite frankly terrified that some of those green ones might be jalapeño and that the ones i think are lemon are probably vomit or popcorn.

dreams of mid-century living

i dream of major nelson

oh, master!

formula for success

since red bull and cocaine isn't a viable option, the (more) healthy alternative that works (!):

-NO BREAD
-low fat yogurt for breakfast and snack
-coke zero in place of regular coke (if you're a caffeine addict)
-lots of veggies, fruits, nuts
-ankle/wrist weights
-laxatives after every meal

yess.

do me

ira glass, do me.

more secretary goodness

something will happen

i've reconnected with erin, a controversial figure in my past, but i am at ease with this new development. i doubt if things would ever be the same as they were, but how could they? we are both different people now. it couldn't have happened at a better time, now that i am questioning the roles other people play in my life. i wish i was one of those people who had a friend that i'd known since second grade. unfortunately, there's been a high turnover in my history. issues are coming to a head; it's make or break time. it's interesting that that particular sentiment could apply to several situations in my life.


now, in particular, i wish to start over. wipe my slate, albeit not clean. if only one could attain anonymity and sense of newness without having to move to a new city.

arguably, i am having an identity crisis. but it is only 8:54 a.m., after all, and by tonight, things will look different. something will happen.

the every day paralegal

if i had a twitter

i would tweet about this album, currently on heavy rotation in my apartment.

michelle phillips

you got it goin' on

this guy sucks

first time i disagree with you, facehunter.

fellow texans

we should be really proud of this fucking moron.

admittedly

two things that move me to tears:

1) classical music, in particular rachmaninoff or debussy's "claire de lune"

2) hallmark cards

monday, monday

sometimes it just turns out that way

first of the moooooonth

reason no. 395 why i should quit smoking

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/6352568.html