In rummaging around for my passport and birth certificate this evening (both of which I found), I stumbled onto several notes from Jon. It should shock no one that I held on to these scraps. I am a pack rat to the nth degree, both literally and emotionally. I hold on to everything: every lesson, every card, every phone number, every insight, every ( Read more... )

Hope springs eternal ( Read more... )

(sorry, i don't know how to link this to shorten it; feel free to skip down as this is a whole lot of ranting ( Read more... )

I feel totaly fucked this week. I hate spring break. I hate day light savings time ( Read more... )

For the second time in my life I have walked into an Asian-run dry-cleaners and been mistaken for a celebrity. Which one? I don't know. Each time (different establishments), neither woman spoke english well enough to tell me. They did however know enough to ask me if I was on TV or in the movies ( Read more... )

Did you know that when you score three strikes in a row in bowling it's referred to as a "turkey"? I learned this today when I actually succeeded in scoring three strikes in a row. Now, I know how some of my friends-- ahem, Abby-- feel about bowling as a form of social interaction, but something about it worked tonight. It was the usual suspects ( Read more... )

I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it is the rare occasion that I will go out in this city and genuinely have a good time. Mostly, I just get bored. I have a good attitude about Portland's offerings, taking advantage of what good company I can at bars and clubs, but mostly I seem unable to find the chemistry that allows me to really enjoy myself ( Read more... )

I had a very nice date the other day with a law student at LC, and today he did a very nice thing. He brought me a cappuccino and biscotti mid-morning. A evry sweet gesture that rather made my otherwise tired and slow morning ( Read more... )

I had just finished my stint at the Boise National College Fair, and I am in the Boise airport wrangling with the idea of getting lunch there or waiting until I arrive in Portland. I give. I go to a kiosk and order a sandwich and chips, and as I am at the condiments station, an older woman comes to me from that mysterious void behind the kiosk and ( Read more... )

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city girl with a small town heart

Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome

Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand

And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?


What City Do You Belong in? Take This Quiz :-)

Find the Love of Your Life ( Read more... )