The folks had their 23rd Wedding anniversery last night; it doesn’t get more romantic than the first day of spring, ya’ll. They’re coming into the District this evening to hang out and have dinner and I’m really very excited, not having seen them in a few months and all. They should be here around 7:30,…
The weather smells like spring, so much so that it almost made me cry as I went trekking to Whole Foods. I’m never again going to be at Mason when this type of weather hits, when the skirts come out and the boys go shirtless. It hurts a little inside, I’ll never sit outside the…
Sorry, princess, this is my house. When I came home from vacation there were beer bottles on my coffee table, my pasta had been eaten, cocktails had been made and not cleaned up… my house was worst than how I left it (which is sayin’ something, bitches). Lee broke in through the fire escape and…
So, last night I went to Julia’s for a little shindig. Never been to her place, its over in Washington Circle– totally way fun. She lives with Cole, my ex’s ex. Weird, but lovely good time. They all went drunk diner-ing afterwards, and seeing as how I ate a peanut butter hamburger while in Hawaii,…
I’m a darkly tanned, happy fatty. I’m so happy. So internally fulfilled, free, and amazing. I have so much to share… the islands were amazing… disjointed memories, making love, and toes in the sand. Sea turtles, waves, whales, Geo Trackers, and memories. So many memories. And a man who took my heart very quickly. His…
I’m leaving for paradise in about four minutes. Long flight, but long stay. See ya’ll in a week.
When the streetlights outside hit the trees, and the shadows reflect onto one my windows, sometimes it looks like a monster waving just inches from the pane. The trees on P Street really are comforting, both in the day and at night. I don’t mind the monster waving at me– its like an old friend…
Science has decided that the kilogram is now anachronous, and in need of a lovely new retrofit. Two competing theories are vying to be the new canon, and I won’t tell you too much about them lest I run the risk of subversively educating, so all you need to know is that we want Avogardo’s…
Inbetwixt the haze of smoke and the yummy manjo fruit salad, Puja and I spent a whole day catching up, gabbing, and basically giggling at one another. Hell, we even made that fruit salad. And went to dinner. HUGE dinner. God it was good. Good, good stuff. Puja told me that I need to leave…
For all creeps, romantics, shyguys and shiesters, Craigslist and the City Paper offers an outlet for every missed chance with the random hotfolk and facinating. The “I Saw You’s” are printed in the Washington City Paper every week, and Lauren and I used to read them religiously. Lately, as the printed word is slowly dying…