Dear Chef Gordon Ramsay from Hell's Kitchen,

Though I'm not much for reality television, I love your show. Or, I suppose, to be more correct, I love you. You elocute profanity and mock incompetence in ways I could only dream. Teach me, Chef, teach me. To be clear, I don't mean you should teach me to cook, I can barely make a grilled cheese ( Read more... )

Dear Gray-Haired American Idol Alumnus with the Ford Commercial ( Read more... )

Dear Financial Aid ( Read more... )

Today has been kind of a bummer since a lot of what I had planned didn't go over as well as I had hoped. I did get to have coffee with Tom this evening, which really made me happy because I hadn't seen him since he came back from studying abroad. In the spirit of cheering myself up, I concocted a mix. Enjoy, and try to refrain from mocking my ( Read more... )

I chopped off a few inches of my hair, so now I'm treading a dangerous line between edgy and androgynous. I'll go with edgy, since I'd like to avoid dating anymore "closeted" men. Today was nice. Work starts at the ass-crack of dawn, but I'm usually done by 10. I think one of my favorite parts of today was when I commented to my mother that I ( Read more... )

I usually only have a burning desire to write, particularly in this thing, when I am angry. Ironically, this is never a good time to write, as I risk publicly exposing that I am batshit insane. Tonight I'll pretend I'm not and instead focus on the fact that I finished a book, A Confederacy of Dunces. I'm flirting with the idea of reading The Hot ( Read more... )

Does anyone have a good tiramisu recipe that doesn't involve uncooked egg? I'm a wuss and fear salmonella. Thnx.

About a month ago, I sent away a package. I had just started to lose hope of anything coming of it, but something came in the mail yesterday while I was in Williamsburg. I found it today, and I flipped. In a really good way. I had forgotten how suspenseful non-electronic mail could be.

The past few days have been rather messy, but but they have consequently spawned uncharacteristic bursts of spontenaeity in me. I've come up with plans to organize every inch of my living space, I made an impromptu road trip, and I even picked up the cute puppy that lives next door. I don't like dogs, which is convenient since I'm allergic to ( Read more... )

Favorite Quote from the Weekend:
5-year-old: "If you don't stop being bad, we're going to throw you in the garbage can and go to the store and get a new baby sister!"
3-year-old: [Hysterically] "BUT THERE'S MONSTERS IN THE GARBAGE AND THEY'LL EAT ME AND MAKE ME GET DEAD!"

Things like this make me question how people can't love kids.