June 2009
36 posts
Lauren is obviously well acquainted with Elton John’s song book as she sings, “Beanie wearing sweeeats!” Oh, lazy sleep deprived Sundays.
May 2009
41 posts
Polarizing Topics
Tess Lynch is my kind of lady. Example:
1. Blind Items
I hate blind items. I picture the people who write them living in squalor, chewing on a splintering toothpick, and drinking the cheapest gin imaginable out of a dirty mug. In my mind, they work on typewriters, which is their only redeeming characteristic.
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3. Musical genres: metal, top 40, country
Country especially. Do you really...
Interchangeable Parts
Me: Here’s a photo of my new boyfriend.
Whitney: Hot. Not blinking is the new thing.
Me: Not blinking is the new blinking.
Abandoned Posts
2003
You can’t die alone if someone’s always hanging around.
Putting the Pant in Pants
2004
“At some point you just realize it’s time to be out with all this grassroots hippie shit and in with the yuppie shit” - my mother’s wisdom
I just popped one of my acrylic nails off while picking TJ’s Oriental Cracker Mix from my molar. All class.
2005
A...
24 Hour Internet Party People
“One day you’ll be able to go to a party and be the only one there”
- Andy Warhol
I found this scrawled in an old notebook of mine this morning and was all, “Andy should come check out my apartment any day of the week”. Because while there may not be cocktails or pinatas, I certainly bring the festivities. Party of one, Mr. Warhol, party of one.
After enough sun & caffeine, I desire more sequins and snappy belted smocks in my wardrobe. If Seattle was always this sunny I’d be consistently dressed like an overeager art teacher off her meds.
WatchI posted about my love of Mary Roach recently. I’ve been meaning to read her latest book, Bonk, a study of sexual physiology for awhile now. Check out a portion of her talk at TED, above. A refreshing take on and exceedingly overdone topic.
File under: my kind of lady.
Failed Facebook Statuses
Drew is dancing like no one is watching & loving like she’s never been hurt
Drew is the red wheelbarrow
Drew is just remembering to breathe
Drew is the first day of the rest of your life
Drew let the dogs out
Drew is the best soy latte that you ever had
Drew is a DJ and life is a dance floor
Drew’s love don’t cost a thing
Drew misses you like the deserts miss the...
Overheard on the 54: “it’s a great day for text messaging!”
I may or may not have painstakingly copied the...
"I have no hobbies"
I often write about science, though I don’t have a science degree and must fake my way through interviews with experts I can’t understand… I spent a few years working as a freelance copy editor before landing a half-time PR job at the SF Zoo. My office was in a trailer next to Gorilla World. On the days when I wasn’t taking calls about elephant wart removal surgery or...
Chelsea Hotel #2 - Josh Ritter originally by...
My new neighbor alternates between “Wish You Were Here” and “Enter Sandman” on electric guitar from 2-5pm everyday. Lucky me. </sarcasm>
“I accidentally pressed the fart application on my iPhone and it said, ‘Are...”
– Mona, explaining the importance of a paper trail, even if that trail is made of farts.
Just found a huckleberry in my bra. Dinner at Spring Hill is always full of surprises.
Woke up from a make-out dream featuring Shaq last night. Twitter, you have gone too far.
Mr. Jones covered by The Dartmouth Cords
I...
Crash Into Me
The unemployment office phone line is currently playing an easy listening version of Crash, by Dave Matthews Band. Previously, I listened to Tears in Heaven, by Sir Eric Clapton.
Each instrumental cover has an added element of magic that reminds me of eating at the Chinese food buffet on Cape Cod off of Route 6 in Orleans between 1999 and 2005. Give rural kids a parking lot and an exceptionally...