Monday, December 21, 2009

oops.


i walked into a wall again today... this appears to be becoming a trend...

the unfortunates of morse crunk.


it is strange to see an old lady and her son harmonizing in the trail mix aisle at whole foods.
it is disconcerting to be almost hit by a car in the parking lot of whole foods, twice.
it splendiferous to have 23.2 inches of snow outside.
it hurts when i move, my back hurts from shoveling.
it is wonderful to use a soft fluffy dog as a heater/pillow.
it is lonely to eat meatloaf by yourself. somehow meatloaf magnifies the lonely-osity.

Friday, December 18, 2009

reasons.


reasons that i shouldn't be permitted to travel alone:
-when people ask me where the subway is, i 2 out of 3 times will panic and run in the opposite direction, 1 out of 3 i will shriek "i don't know" and then run in the opposite direction
-i can't seem to figure out how to get through a subway turnstile with luggage and almost always end up hopping the damn thing
-subways are not my friend. as usually happens on buses, i smack people in the face with my backpack and generally attract the crazies who inhabit these bastions of transportation efficiency
-like with turnstiles, i have difficulties with revolving doors and generally end up getting stuck after smacking my head into the glass

conclusion: anyone wanna be my permanent travel buddy?

apologies apologies.


movies not to watch with your parents: basically anything with hugh grant because it seems rather likely that there will be a rather awkward sex scene, e.g. love actually and four weddings and a funeral

Monday, December 7, 2009

lull.


equations:

stupendously hot heater + ass on cushy bed + boring italian verbs + lullaby-esque vocalist singing about holding eyelids open = a dizzying cocoon of warm air and sleepy...not so good for finals...

Saturday, December 5, 2009

hells yeah.


it's stickin bitches. thank you oh benevolent monkey gods.

Friday, December 4, 2009

bien sur.


this is me not writing another paper and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping and hoping for snow. oh snow monkey gods that reside upon some snow covered hill crest of magic, grant my wish for frozen water crystals that will finally force my strange freckled roommate to wear shoes with toes. i beseech you.