Post, don't post, post.  I'm back for another wave.  Also decided to (finally) join facebook today.  Don't know what got into me ( Read more... )

I hate the term "pissing rain."  Maybe it's because I hate the term "piss."

It's pissing rain.

The croissants at Sugar Bakery up First Hill are so delicious.  I get delicious flakes of them all over my black outfits when I eat them.  The flakes stay all day.

I'm finding my inner interior designer.  You'd think I would have found her years ago (say, during the 3-year, $50,000 interior design education), but at least I'm learning she's in there ( Read more... )

 At this point, it's hard to top Zane's post-bomb, but I guess it's time I shared ( Read more... )

My friend gave me an anklet from India for Christmas.  The other day, when it finally got warm, I put it on.  It jingles when I walk.

Who has time to post when one of your 19 out of 365 days of full sunshine is upon you??

Except to relay this: a sight I won't soon forget (and you'll have to use your imagination hats here, since I wasn't near quick enough with my photographic sharp-shooting)  My neighbor, Eric, in dark shades and a fishing hat, strolling down the sidewalk holding ( Read more... )

In Florida, I got some good ol' Mr. Sou - a gyro & a real Greek salad with potato salad in the center.  Then I drove around the bayou in Tarpon Springs and headed straight for the beach with the windows down and the mix cd I had made for Lauren cranked up.

The beach felt like the beach.  It sounded and smelled and looked like the beach and I ( Read more... )

I'm just going to go on record now and say that I know who the Mole is and it's the fat one, Craig.

It was quite a depressing walk to work yesterday, in the rain, freezing cold, getting my new black flats all wet.  Thinking about Elliot and Orlando and my sisters and art and babies.  Thinking about Florida and the driving everywhere and the oppressive heat and its lack of musical opportunity.  Thinking about Seattle and its incessant rain and ( Read more... )

Chillin in sunny FL, enjoying the joys of aunt-hood.  Is there a better word for "aunt" that doesn't sound so old ( Read more... )