As I walk to the train station each morning, I cross paths with a young man.  He’s always dressed straight out of a Gap commercial and wears black-framed glasses that make him look broodingly intellectual.  We’ve passed each other every day for the past few weeks or so.  We usually smile in recognition and check out each other’s outfits, but today ( Read more... )

I fell off the treadmill yesterday.  Actually, falling off would have been preferable.  I sort of kept desperately gripping the hand rail, as if I were riding a mechanical bull after three shots of tequila and wanted to hang on as long as possible.  I felt my feet begin to slip away from me, but I thought to myself, Surely I’m not going to fall.  ( Read more... )

Yesterday, while driving down up Piedmont toward Chocolate Pink, I slowed down to make a left onto 8th (this story will get more exciting).  As I went to turn, two dogs suddenly rushed into the street, directly in front of my car.  I slammed on my breaks and watched as they finished crossing.  I felt I should be angry, but I was momentarily taken ( Read more... )

This afternoon my fellow DHR mate invited me on her “walking group.”  Apparently, said “walking group” “walks” around downtown for approximately thirty minutes once a week just to “get the blood flowing.”  In the interest of mingling and getting to know other coworkers, I decided to tag along.  The size of the group impressed me (it’s more like a “ ( Read more... )

8:30     I walk to Chocolate Pink and make it there before Erin, who unfortunately is stuck in traffic on North Avenue for half an hour due to a police car obstructing half a lane so that the cop may direct traffic.  I spend thirty minutes loitering in the parking deck cursing Atlanta.

9:30     Due to the Good Day Atlanta feature and the NPR ( Read more... )

This afternoon while walking down Crescent Ave. I stumbled over some loose sidewalk and fell into the path of an oncoming van.  Try playing that one off.

I just finished reading two exceptional novels: The Road by Cormac McCarthy and Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn.  You should probably read them, too.

School is exponentially better this semester. ( Read more... )

Last night at the PHE Christmas party I found myself in a nearly physical altercation with a gentleman over Rogers & Hammerstein’s The Sound of Music.  Here and ever after I will forego any holiday gift exchanges that allow others take my present from me after I’ve opened it (and clearly articulated my excitement).  No matter how much fun the game ( Read more... )

Most Missed:
Melanie.

Least Missed:
Crazy Marvin.

Least Missed, but Unfortunately Present:
Crazy Ruby.
Most Constructive Criticism:
“Michelle, you’re fat enough.”

Best Almost Family Moment:
Grace.
Most Questionable Dish:
Mystery Muffins, courtesy of Crazy Ruby

Second Most Questionable Dish:
Soupy Apple Pie Surprise, ( Read more... )

Yesterday evening I missed a call from Kevin while I busied myself floundering around searching for a December 2005 check that Jim needed me to scan and send to him.  Due to my impending brain explosion and a desire for a rational voice, I decided to call Kevin back and place him on speaker phone while I continued my fruitless excursion through Jim ( Read more... )

The fact that Regina Spektor’s D.C. concert tonight will be broadcast live on National Public Radio quite possibly makes her today’s coolest person ever.

Life has been crazily disappointing lately, so I’ve been living inside my head.  Luckily it’s getting better, and I will soon come out of hibernation and turn into a reformed social butterfly ( ( Read more... )