He was electrifying.


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Yep, yep I'm officially home.

I've consumed Tim Hortons,
I've seen half of City Honors at SPoT and hesitated before the too-close "Clean" and "Dirty" spoon caddies,
I've eaten a quesadilla made by one (1) Sarah E. Lipp,
I've spent a day at the Erie County Fair, AKA America's Largest Deep-Fried Hot Mess On Wheels,
I've tawked about lyfe with my BSP,
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August, you tricky little bastard!
You are chewing me up and attempting to spit me out.
You pack an unexpected wallop while I ride the elevator down with Ryan, as he leaves Boston for real, for Chicago, and, frankly, you make me absolutely ill with your little Where-Will-Robbie-Go/No-More-Matthew surprise when you're done.
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Simply put,
I left the Barenaked Ladies back in 1999,
but I borrowed Zach'sPod for the walk home tonight and stumbled upon Light Up My Room,
which I'd forgotten about,
which is an absolute gem:

A hydro field cuts through my neighborhood
Somehow that always just made me feel good
I can put a spare bulb in my hand
And light up my yard

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Today the sort of slow, leaking cross breeze that peels the cool right off the raindrops before coming in through the screen and across the couch, where I slept last night, was the sole reason I decided to stay put and take a personal day.

Yes, please.

Ever since Zach told me that I've lived through an abnormal number of awkward/bizarre experiences, I've considered documenting and cataloging them, because I feel the impulse to document or describe every freaking thing, ever.  This gem popped into my head just now whilst talking to Tats on G-chat about trivia night:

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me: whistles go wooWOO.
mary kate: yeeeeesss! i hope that is said in such a way that only the very swiftest of cochleas can discern the individual pitches of each sound in "whistles go" and most people are left wondering what you said before woooWOOO"

mary kate again, via text message: can we go swimming in a cranberry field sometime to see what ( Read more... )

Buffalo Party this weekend in NYC to benefit PUSH.
My heart runneth over.

Highlights:

Transporting 800 chicken wings via mini van cab, via times square, then RUNNING across the street, said wings and two tubs of blue cheese in tow. TUBS. Plus a few containers of those delicious less-than-crispy veggie sticks that ma gurl Chrissy, particularly, is a ( Read more... )

last night:

-A very tan, very fresh from Senegal Meg Considine (the real deal in 3D!) sat on my couch.  She told stories, we ate brownie batter, and I realized how very incomplete Boston (Allston....BAllston....?) is without my Meghan Katherine and my CrooksBalls.
-Open bar in the North End, in a mysterious clear plastic tent, with Robbie and Ryan.  ( Read more... )

People in my office love to discuss and decode "ethnic" foods and crinkle their noses, trading "ew why would you eat THAT?!"s.  The woman who works at the desk next to me is on the phone right now, saying "and then there was some Korean chili paste in it......Korean chili paste?  Yeah.  It's a paste...that they use...No, I didn't get sick."

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