i really can't think of much else to say right now. not even to gcv, who called earlier. there's not much else than that, is there?

tomorrow is the farmer's market. i will buy fruit and fruit and fruit, in addition to some veggies, pasta, and probably coffee. i like coffee. i'd like to drink it sometimes.

i have four papers left and then the cloud ( Read more... )

chickadees, you may have been aware of this all along, but i just figured it out. i figured out why women talk themselves through break ups to anyone who'll listen. (actually, my male friends do this, too. so why people talk themselves through break ups.) they'd gotten used to processing everything through someone else. every little detail of the ( Read more... )

cats and dogs, the whole works. i love it a lot--i didn't know california could produce this much rain--but my southern california boy is holed up in his apartment, grumpy and lonely. so i am preparing him a best of fall present.

at some point this evening, i'm bringing over vegan mexican hot chocolate, pumpkin seeds, and vegan pumpkin donut holes. ( Read more... )

dear livejournal,

it would appear that i have a boyfriend. also, relationships can be pleasurable.

i'm as flabbergasted as you, believe me.

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although in this case, marilyn french.

Washing the toilet used by three males, and the floor and the walls around it, is, Mira thought, coming face to face with necessity. And that is why women were saner than men, did not come up with the mad, absurd schemes men developed; they were in touch with necessity, they had to wash the toilet and the floor ( Read more... )

+ eef barzelay ( Read more... )

he is incredibly sweet, and infinitely amusing. he's an engineering grad student, persian but raised here most of his life. we are, as far as i can tell, polar opposites about almost everything except NPR, fruit, exercise and each other. oh, and the office. we both heart the office ( Read more... )

is either the most calming or most stressful place in the world. i think what i mean is that it's the former and that makes it terrifying, which feels a lot like the latter.

it's sort of like how much harder the slow yoga is. taking deep breaths, holding a pose, lying on your back with your eyes closed. today's yoga class beat the shit out of me ( Read more... )

i got high and took a walk, right, which is how i battled the suburbs the last time i lived in them. this is some hippie suburbs, man, as regimented as any gated or planned community i've ever been in. as i told alberto tonight, you recycle. not "do you recycle?" or "you really care about the planet, you must recycle," just "you recycle." i find a ( Read more... )