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Either I have a brain tumor or I am in a good mood, for once.  Hmm.

I'm sitting on the couch with my feet soaking in a bucket of hot water (I'm attempting to give myself a pedicure), having done little all day besides watch the most recent episode of Lost, the movie Drop Dead Gorgeous and the third season of Entourage.  The new roommate went back to Austria for the weekend, so I have the place all to myself and I' ( Read more... )

Tonight on the metro going home from Andel, there was a man preparing a heroin shot on the floor of the train - he had a needle out and was struggling to prepare the injection as the car swayed back and forth.  Then he shot up in full view of all the passengers.  Classy.

As I was sitting in the backseat of our rental car on Saturday, enjoying the rugged scenery of the Ring of Kerry (at an average speed of 70 km an hour on zig-zagging mountain roads, trying to take deep, regular breaths in order to avoid throwing up) I realized that I was, for the first time in a while, objectively happy.  I've said it many times ( Read more... )

This site has been making me laugh out loud all evening - and I have to admit that it describes me to an embarrassing degree!  I love coffee, I work for a non-profit organization, I love "ethnic food" (and can be kinda snobby about it), I've had "life-changing" experiences abroad, and I own Lululemon pants.

Amazing.

It's incredibly difficult to explain the concept of student loans to Europeans.  They stare at you with glassy eyes when you tell them how much you paid for your education, and exactly how many limbs, organs and pints of blood you will have to sacrifice to pay it back.  They figure that you must have led an extravagant lifestyle or that your ( Read more... )

1) I have a smoking problem. It’s no longer casual. I smoke at least 10 cigarettes a week now. It’s almost never on my own, but with the handful of Slavs who make up my core group of friends here, plus my one American friend, for whom I fear I am an enabler. I’m disgusted with myself. Literally. I don’t even enjoy it because it’s no longer “guilty ( Read more... )

I'm sometimes literally disgusted by how much I can eat.  Over the course of the day, I've somehow managed to eat more than I physically need to survive on for 3 days - I mean in quantity, not in calories per se.  It's kind of gross ( Read more... )

I feel somewhat like a beached whale at the moment. I just made myself an enormous dinner (tagliatelle with mushroom and roasted garlic sauce, a caprese salad, garlic bread), and followed it up with a mini Daim bar for dessert (European skor, for the North American crowd). I just needed to think about something other than noisy Russians and fixing ( Read more... )