Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Friday, May 29, 2009

MKE

Flew into Milwaukee this morning. I met the girl whose subleasing from Romi, and she's a complete dip. Her room is where stuffed animals go to die. But she does have a toaster, which is a redeeming quality. I predict hilariousness this summer.

I'm not used to hearing different voices in the building. I keep thinking that we're being overrun by strangers, but it's just different tenants.

There was a bizarre shoe sale on the sidewalk a little ways down my street, outside of the daycare that never has children. Dozens of pairs of new shoes for $2 each. What do you think, should I score myself some stolen sneaks?

I still have a job, I'm back on Sunday.

I miss Brian already.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Almost There...

The semester has ended, I have another shift at work, some light packing, and I'm on a plane to DC. This break is greatly anticipated: time to catch up on my reading, see my boyfriend, explore a metropolis, everything I need for a mental health break. One more day.

This made me smile:Pi.

And this made me laugh:

Sunday, May 10, 2009

I'm Too Tired To Be Revolutionary

I got talent and tits, but I ain't got time to use 'em.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Little for me, little for the pot, a bit more for me...

I just ate two Almond Joys and a Mounds bar. I loves me some coconut, especially when I'm drunk and on the rag (That's correct! Dance Party!).

I got to do just what I wanted this afternoon, bike ride, cooking with Caroline, and a silly movie. We made the most magic soup ever. Garlic, onion, fennel, white beans, ground turkey which I bought months ago and froze, celery, a tomato, and some stock. As an afterthought, we tossed in 'whole' wheat pasta and Kale. I remembered to salt after adding a new ingredient to the pot, to avoid repeating the egg-drop soup disaster. Next time, I'm going to throw carrots and some green beans in there too. It would be just as good without the meat, the turkey kind of disintegrated and so did the tomato. I used chicken stock, but I don't see why veg stock or water couldn't work just as nicely.

It feels so good to finish with my creative writing class. It did nothing to improve my writing. But, I have a fiction-writing class in the fall that I have high hopes for.

Bittman has a recipe for Breakfast couscous to fulfill all your couscous dreams.

I was told it was going to rain all day so I took the bus. It took 45 minutes to get home from school. And it was sunny all day.

Flipped through a book of foreign movie posters, loved it. Gilda was described as La Vedette Atomique. I think I should tart calling myself that.