Polly Waterson lost one hundred and sixty pounds during the summer of 2009. Of this she was sure; most everything else seemed uncertain and up for rigorous debate. At times she felt as if her weight loss was the only thing to be sure of, so it came as no surprise to her whenever she found herself reducing the entire blur that was May through early ( Read more... )

Yesterday, after dinner with a friend, she requested that we drop by a cupcake store on Mass Ave before embarking on a walk through the brisk winter air to a social call. In the cupcake store, I unexpectedly came face to face with someone from my middle and high school years. Antoine Someone-or-Other and I made a few seconds of awkward eye contact ( Read more... )

My life has become utterly boring and is lacking excitement of any sort, and I am at present very limited with regards to what I can do about this sordid reality.

D:

I just wanted to note that, as of tonight, I must have watched Dr. Horrible a good fifty times.

Yeah, I'm a groupie. Maurissa Tancharoen would be proud.

Okay, so this won't seem nearly as exciting to anyone reading this, but... what I thought would be a quick shower turned into something far more exciting ( Read more... )

I went to Providence today for the sole purpose of having the mochaccino at that Italian cafe across from Tealuxe on Thayer. Because it's orgasmic. Well, that, and to hang out with Jimmy, before she takes the train down to Argentina on Monday ( Read more... )

An Observation
For The Benefit Of Those Who Are Least Likely To Encounter It

Surrounding yourself with people who are more damaged than you are — to distract yourself from how damaged you are — does not change the fact that you're damaged.

If we're allowed to have a wish list for the remaining eleven episodes of Battlestar Galactica (or, as an intrepid fan on the Internets put it, the eleven-hour season finale), I have one item at the top of my list. This contains references to supermarkets in the American Northeast, but I want to see a basestar hybrid again, and I want her to babble ( Read more... )

Okay, so I'm not so hot about the fact that she's hawking PETA, and I'd let kitties die if it meant saving puppies, but when I saw this on the side of my profile, I yelled out "TRICIA!!", and may or may not have spilled ice tea all over the table.

There are many copies, indeed. And some of them are on Facebook.

This makes me happy inside. ( ( Read more... )

For the past month or so, I've been working a few floors directly above a CVS. It's somewhat strange, because our elevator has a stop directly in the middle of the store. So I can literally walk past cubicle after cubicle filled with accented, foreign scientists working on brain scans, hop in the elevator... and emerge in CVS. It's disorienting ( Read more... )