What's your favorite season? Can you sum up its virtues in five
words?

Autumn: crisp, cool, brisk, orange and gold.

If you gave yourself a makeover, what would you change?

My hair; I would: cut it off and dye it black, get Betty Page-style bangs, dye it brown or red or something similarly new and interesting.

What would you never change about ( Read more... )

Today is not so bad as things go; actually it's been pretty good. Got off to a great start at Cupcake Cafe with good friend Stanley who is lots of fun and always nice company and in town all too briefly. Work has not been usual melee of malcontents and disenchantment, and had lunch with nice friend who is also relatively new to the scene. I ( Read more... )

a challenging project at work.

Here are pictures of my best friend, Lucille, visiting her boyfriend in Seattle.

I am getting a present from the best boy in the world.

Things are good, I can't find much to complain about. I have more projects to manage so at the very least I can indulge in sugarplum daydreams about my improved resume whenever I transition out of this position into something worthwhile. My apartment is good -- I got a great bed -- and it is a nice little assemblage of all of the things that are ( Read more... )

I want a pet walrus, to name "Wally". Predictable, yes, but also satisfying. You like ( Read more... )

Had dinner with my friend Paul at Zen Palate and Hallo Berlin, saw the musical Hairspray, planted flowers in pots on my fire escape, just like I always wanted, made calls from a pay phone, drank my fair share of Shirley T's at the bar around the corner, fell in love with my neighborhood, committed myself to picking up some french before I go to ( Read more... )

My apartment is the best! I am in love with it. It is not hot like the old place and it is just great because it is mine! Also, there is a bar around the corner that makes a mean Shirley Temple. Y-u-m.

Or, strange things that have happened in a good way lately

• Someone called me for apartment advice, and it turns out that he had just looked at the perfect apartment (for me, not him). I loved it and signed a lease. I had the apt, but no furniture. I needed a bed.
• The next night, my roommate and her girlfriend were on their way home from a bar when ( Read more... )