Monthly Archives: August 2011

lost an earring somewhere on Melrose, listened to Irish rap, played hostess, talked about Buddhism, helped 10 yr. olds bake, enjoyed dark chocolate on its own merit (who am I with that one? seriously), meditated at work, worried about Toronto, … Continue reading →

eating all the (pasture-raised) butter and (nitrate/nitrite-free) bacon my wheat-hating body desires. It’s not a bad trade-0ff.

It said “naturally effervescent, careful when opening” A bottle of kombucha, it exploded all over me like champagne at the NBA Finals.  

Me, after telling my mom that “Is your sex life satisfactory?” existed: “…I mean, obviously I’m not married.” Her: “Oh please child. Please.” Me: “Oh my god, my mom just called me a slutwhore.”