Dear Couple Having An Intense Conversation About Money Next To Me At Starbucks,
I am so so sorry that I’ve been eavesdropping for the past half hour, but damn–your conversation is crazy intense. No, don’t stop for coffee–keep going. What did Ralph do with the five grand you paid him back? Did Maria call the cops on you the second time you gambled away her social security check? Wait. Where are you going? COME BACK!
The chick staring at you like you’re an episode of the Walking Dead
Can you please tell me
which of the Dewey numbers
will fill me with hope?
Waiting for a laundry machine is the worst possible wait, especially when you’re holding your wet clothes, wishing for someone who isn’t coming back.
A few weeks ago, I went to go see Arthur Darvill’s goodbye performance with the cast members of Once at the Highline Ballroom. It was an interesting evening to say the least. The music was really cool, and I was really excited to see him perform (Rory is my favorite character from Doctor Who).
The songs were split between original songs and well-known songs. Most of them were awesome, and the cast was quite talented. I tried really hard to bail early several times during the night, but Omar made me stay and I was really grateful that I did. I think everyone needs someone in their life that makes them stay.
To end, here’s a super short clip of Arthur Darvill singing a song:
This postcard comes from a personal friend of mine, who is one of my favorite people to write to (also to talk to, have tea with and so on). She’s awesome, and this card remains one that always makes me smile when I see it. Thanks, Zoe!
Dear Boy With The Corgi,
Your time and support are the best gifts I’ve gotten this year. I hold the adventures we’ve had close to my heart for the days that are less than the best. The next time something in my apartment (or in my life, which is just as likely) breaks, I will imagine Astoria pizza and museum books. You make me excited to be alive.
The chick who plays Zelda while you jailbreak your phone.
When you look at me,
I can smell the dust and ink
wafting from your eyes.
I love how clean the new year always feels–like anything can happen, and all I have to do is imagine it.
I thought I’d give you a little update on the status of the carrousel Omar and I worked so hard on.
I threw a little party for Christmas, and Nick’s brother ate it. There were no survivors. My favorite part is the huge bite mark on the top. Thanks, Christian.
It’s been a while since I wrote one of these–2013 was not kind. After avoiding the weigh-in like a pro, I finally went, for a surprising loss of 1.2 pounds. My total now (though less than it once was) is at 78.2 pounds, not the worst it’s ever been. The new year has begun, and with 2014 comes a great deal of hope, support, and a renewed sense of excitement for the adventures and challenges that are coming. It’s going to be a fantastic year.
Thank you to all those who have helped me, and have kept me on track. And thank you to those who are eager to help me in the new year. You are not forgotten, or unappreciated. All my love goes to you!
May 2014 be as kind to you as you have been to me.