So, I am having a rough time of it lately. And I require pastries. And affection/love/moral support. If you have either of those to offer me (or, in a perfect world, both), lemme know. If not, get in the kitchen and promptly manufacture me one. Please?

I started this damn blog many moons ago with the purpose of chronicling the delightful ups, downs, diagonals, and nauseating tumbles of trying to be 1. an artist 2. a responsible adult capable of paying my rent, and 3. a sane human being (and yes, listing sanity last appropriately reflects its place in the hierarchy). And since my last post in ( Read more... )

New Christmas discovery for the day: Tinsel makes me cry. Yep. Tinsel. It was my Grammy's favorite thing about Christmas, so apparently now it spontaneously turns me into a crazy person. I do have a theory that the unhappy will quickly fade, and will be replaced by happiness and good memories of the many tinsel fests we had (and the amount of it ( Read more... )

I just watched the 20th annual treehouse of horror episode of "the simpsons" and that was awesome. However, I then had the misfortune of catching 3 inutes of "The Cleavland Show" before I had to navigate away in horror. Least. Funny. Show. Ever. Not that I was expecting it to be good, but damn.

So the little thingy when I log in says it's been 20 weeks since I posted. I figure some interesting things must have happened between now and then, right? So lemme take a stab at figuring out what they are ( Read more... )

I feel like it's an NYC related right of passage to have some sort of persistent ceiling leek trouble that just keeps coming back to haunt you. It's not raining in my kitchen again, but there is the persistent pitter patter of little droplets falling. And Sara's bathroom ceiling has also gone awol on her. Not to mention the 2 year long ceiling ( Read more... )

I have several hours to myself for the first time in a long time, so TADA ( Read more... )

I never post anymore, so here's my attempt to throw my livejournal a proverbial bone ( Read more... )

So okay. Long story short-my subway car caught on fire/started to smoke on the way to work this morning, which was . . . you know . . . weird. And when I finally got to work I found out that my uber boss is BFF with Lisa Loeb (*sings* you say I only hear what I want tooooooooo). Also, she just cut an album of camp songs. So today Lisa Loeb came ( Read more... )

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