Sunday, July 22, 2007


So...I spent this weekend with Chandler and Penny.

We did fun things like: going to the beach, eating chocolate, taking walks, and talking about cheese.

This is us at the beach. I am trying to pretend that I don't have food in my mouth. But I have food in my mouth.

This is Penny. Yes, she always looks terrified.

This is me:

This is me again: (Notice anything different?)

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Another time, another place.

Some of you are familiar with my small collection of oddities from working at Algonquin. I've decided that this is the perfect way to catalog the collection.

One such item:

A white, business-sized envelope on which the "To" and "From" addresses took up the entire front of the envelope. I's contents:

One small page, ripped out of a pocket-sized notebook, with these words written on it:

Algonquin Books

Do you have
other Books
on the Human

Beyond Heaven
Beyond the

Contacting Spirits
Following me
See and talk to the
Another fantastic item was a bit more...wordy. In a small, padded envelope (sized #2 for those of you familiar with office supplies) was a rolled-up pile of pages ripped from a spiral bound notebook. I've decided that I will enter in (word for word, spelling for spelling) some of these pages as I see fit.

Startiinnnnnngggg..... NOW!

This is the first page (handwritten, I might add) of the manuscript/journal/whatever it may be:

I want eveyone to know i have some sexiest, craziest sneakies stealer around, Think they can snoop around to see what the crziest thing's they can get, They also snoops around to see what everyone's doing. The sexiest thing's that this person knows it. Every craziest, snoopiest, sexiest people to know that it is wrong for them to do anybody wrong. Because some might know, but is not sure what anybody doing. It might sound crazy but some does do it, some think its cool to do stuff that they do. But they don't think before they do it, and they art to know tat it is not the snekiet thing they can do. This one has never been in a scariest place and this crazy person and that is me hopes i will never be in that place. I feel that any of these public places to have something too spy on every one. But there is one good thing that they do because of little kids that gets snatched. This coolest woman i think might be is not trying to hurt anyone just trying to be the coolest around. This coolest mom is trying to say the coolest thing where everyone will laugh at this stupid mom.

This picture illustrates our weekend perfectly, I think.

I want to find this person. I want to find them and meet them and find out whether they are crazy, crazy in love, or just 100% sane in a way that I will never be.

Monday, July 9, 2007

The end of an era, the start of a new one.

Peer pressure works. Seriously. Only a few months ago, I wrote an intense love letter to my darling Live Journal, thanking it for being so kind and faithful, and look where I am now...cavorting with another blog, playfully adjusting colors and fonts and tickling the keys in an entirely new way. Awful. What if my other journal finds out? This may just be too much pressure. Live Journal cradles my terrible high school poetry and endless lists and tedious postings of e.e. cummings' poetry.

Anyway, if you have not yet seen the often ignored, now replaced journal of which I speak, pop over to Sabrinaseyes for a little laugh.