January 2011
30 posts
at the deli,
theresa gave me a bowl of her tofu curry dish last night. it was really wonderful. i took it home and split it with ryan.
on another note - it’s almost my birthday. there’s not a goddamn thing special about turning twenty-three, i just feel old and unaccomplished (that’s a word, right? …………..).
i wanted to have a book published by now. i suppose...
the coffee shop
lives, with good people still coming in.
Big Dave gave me a pair of gloves when I walked in yesterday. He goes, “Stephanie. Did you really walk here without gloves on? Your hands are red.”
“Well, yeah.” Shrug. “I’ve gone all winter without gloves.”
Matt chimes in, “Really? They’re seriously a dollar at Target.”
“I just never...
i like our legs,
the way they tangle together by morning.
i like our torsos,
the way they bend to please the other, a comfortable fit for sleep.
i like us, the we, the they, the them.
wait -
they don’t love you like I love you.
Crackhead Phil.
On my way home from work, I often stop at the deli and harrass the lovely employees. Today was esspecially awesome, because two of my all-time favorite people were working. Dayton has a suprising amount of good, honest, and just plain Awesome people.
Michael and Paige were the only people in the entire establishment, except for Crackhead Phil. He’s a favorite around the area, and many...
on Sunday,
Matt saved two dogs running in the street in front of the coffee shop. We gave them water and petted them until the owner showed up.
who was kind of a ditz, but oh well, at least the pups are okay.
Something Nice.
My Friday evening was looking a lot like most cat ladies, with Ryan being gone and all. I was eating carrots and roasted red pepper hummus, watching Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle (how did this even end up in my hands?), and prepared to remain on the couch until the boytoy stumbled in sometime around 4am.
Instead, my friend Jim invited me over for a bit, and it was awesome. We drank...
“The Government of the United States of America is not, in any sense, founded on...”
– Article 11, Treaty of Tripoli, unanimously approved by the US Senate and signed by President John Adams on June 7,1797.
…but don’t let the facts get in the way.
(via leftish)
What? Facts? What are those?
(via mohandasgandhi)
AMEN. (nyuck nyuck.)
i had
a brilliant idea for a blog, but I know that every hip cat out there is doing the same damn thing. consistency is nice, I get it - but I’m not going to do something just to get recognition, especially via the internet.
plus, I know myself well enough to know better than attempting to do ONE thing for an extended period of time. i am constantly changing my mind (or just plain forgetting),...
so,
my psychotic landlady wants to show my apartment to a poor, unsuspecting victim this weekend. i get to be there. this is how I imagine this going down:
They knock on the door. I greet them, warn the single woman that it’s messy due to us still cleaning/packing, and let them in.
after a little talking and looking, I point out the new smoke detectors.
“Here, you’ll see that...
: lover, n. →
aetatis:
Oh, how I hated this word. So pretentious, like it was always being translated from the French. The tint and taint of illicit, illegitimate affections. Dictionary meaning: a person having a love affair. Impermanent. Unfamilial. Inextricably linked to sex.
I have never wanted a…
