I woke up, filled with dread. This day had loomed in my mind like a dark cloud on a distant horizon.
I rolled out of bed and left my apartment, still wearing the clothes in which I slept. Turning the corner, I walked into Swallow Cafe and evaluated the pastry selection.
Where were the weird gluten-free pastries I had seen just last week — and turned up my nose at? Not at Swallow, apparently.
And by “perfect,” I mean “most horrifying.”
Behold! Red Solo cup bed lifts.
For real. Bed Bath & Beyond proudly highlights that they have the exclusive on these bad boys.
You may have read this list elsewhere. However, this is an edited version with new! exciting! items. OK?
Some things are hard to explain to Kenyan teenagers.
- The subway
- A dog as a pet versus one who herds cows, goats and sheep
- A dog wearing a coat made for a dog
- Snow (which is how I ended up showing them the picture above in the first place)
- Why I have pictures of food in my phone
Although to be honest, I keep thinking about Kenya. It made a big impression on me.
But my weekend in NYC was fun. On Friday, I took a Pure
TortureBarre class and later, had dinner with visiting friends.
On Saturday, I grabbed cocktails with other friends at Cafe Colette.
Delicious French fries too.
From Jun, three new things:
1 – I opened the very first Korean restaurant, a takeaway joint, in Flanders: Rice House.
Aside from finances, Rice Houseis helping me share some of the Korean culture…
Hi friends! I have missed you.
I’m in Dubai on my way from a wonderful time in Kenya.
Don’t worry: I didn’t buy any of these.
I also considered buying a hookah just to see my friends’ reaction as I boarded the plane. But cooler heads prevailed.
I also didn’t buy any Arabic lady fiction (because I will be asleep all the way to NYC).
I was revolted to hear the news that the Inne at the Abingtons refused to book a same-sex couple’s wedding.
Via the Scranton Times-Tribune
NORTH ABINGTON TWP. — When Pennsylvania’s gay marriage ban was ruled unconstitutional by a federal court, Desiree Mark…
Google Maps told me the walk would be 0.9 miles. The humidity was rising, but a mile isn’t so far.
Once I passed the McCarren Park pool, the walk started sucking. The part of Greenpoint I found myself in would be best described as Not Cute. Homely,…
As you read this, I’m on a flight to Kenya. Crazy, right?
Instead of scrambling to schedule lots of blog posts, I ran last minute errands and…got a mani-pedi.
So sue me.
There are a few posts in the queue, but it will be a little quiet around here July 23 or so. Hopefully absence will make your heart grow fonder.
Staying up past my ‘bedtime’ has been a way of life, all of my life. As much as I love sleep, I happen to like having my sleep start late.
I couldn’t tell you if nature or nature made me a night owl. My father in particular, loves to stay up late and when I’m in Rehoboth with my family or back home in Scranton, I am shocked if I find my father has gone to sleep before me.
Even in my earliest…
OK, most of the time I don’t mean entertaining but horrifying (NSFW), but you get the idea.
Sometimes I’ll be out with friends and one – or all of us – will whip out Tinder to check out the merchandise. Often we end up dissolving into laughter over a guy like this or this. Watch out if you have Tinder open when @Full_Of_Moxie is around because she will make it her job to LIKE a guy you definitely don’t like.
I’ll get you back, friend. Watch out.
Once in a while, an attractive guy who knows how to use spellcheck actually appears. Let’s call this one Andrew because that was, in fact, his name.
I was out with a girlfriend. Andrew and I swapped some messages before he suggested we switch to actual texts. Given that I was a few cocktails in, I said yes.
It wasn’t a love connection to say the least.
It was like something you’d see on Straight White Boys Texting,
If you comb through my Tumblr Why Did You Put That On Tinder, you’ll see things could have been much, much worse. I guess.
Lads, just try to use a bit of charm. Trust me: things will turn out better for you.
For as many guys I have matched and chatted with, I have not yet made myself go through with meeting any of them. At this point, Tinder is for entertainment purposes only.Why did you put that on Tinder? Why are you even on Tinder?! I blame Eliza for inspiring me to get on Tinder (not really). But it’s my own fault for sticking with it.
Now that Facebook friends have finally moved on from “graduation” photos from pre-K, kindergarten, third grade, eighth grade and pretty much any other end-of-school milestone one could dream up, it’s camp time.
I never knew that people sent their kids away for a month or two (or more) each summer until I got to Cornell. There I met peers who had begun going to sleepaway camp as young as eight…