Inducted

i have heard much about the whole "it's not delivery, it's digiorno!" craze for several years now, but have managed to avoid actually trying them until tonight. besides burning a layer of skin off of the roof of my mouth in my eagerness to eat, the experience was a good one - i went with a supreme personal-sized digiorno pizza. i did go ahead and pick off the black olives. but it's all about the crust with this pizza, and it did not disappoint. i have been inducted into the club. wahoo. see how exciting my life is?

Something New

i get to sleep in tomorrow. to say i am looking forward to this is an overwhelming understatement. i'm exhausted. i have, however, managed to prop my eyes open until now to finally catch the project runway this week. now that this is wrapping up and everyone is saying how thankful they are for the experience and how much they look forward to showing at bryant park and how p.s., this experience was amazing, it is time for sleepytime. peace out.

Feeling the Recession

it is amazing how much you can feel the recession working two retail jobs. it is slower than slow at both, to the point that i feel like all that i accomplished today was standing around on top of standing around. sales have been dismal at both. it is interesting to see that it is affecting both small-scale specialty stores like my day job, and major home decor retailers like my evening/weekend job. scary times when people can't just go out on a whim and get a montego mahogany dining table for a couple grand. sad.

An Ode

after passing a sidewalk guitar player out in the cold, he went in the bookstore, bought a hot chocolate from the cafe, and gave it to the chilled man with a handshake and a smile.

he yells at me to "not touch that door!!" so that he can open it for me.

offering his arm, he guides me to my car door over the ice - aware of my wobbliness in heels on the uneven ground.

he enjoys our indian dinner out so much, he proclaims that he will write them a letter of appreciation and cc the food section of the kansas city star.

he bends his head to consult with me over the crosswords, asking for help even when he doesn't really need it; we work on them together over brunch, quietly being together before subsequently enjoying a trip through a bookstore.

i miss him.

What I Did Today

I thought about Pete Anderson from 9:02 am until 6:59 pm on February 22, 2008 in Kansas City.

Chip Chop

an extensive amount of time had gone into creating this:like years...but then give my talented roommate about half an hour and this is what i came away with:

Confessions

i cannot stand book jackets. as long as it is my book, i generally take them off for the duration of the read, only making use of them as bookmarks. sorry publishers...total waste of paper, i think.

hypothesis: i have a strong suspicion that air is somehow escaping my right eye. proof: whenever i put my sunglasses on in the car, only my right lens fogs up. obvious conclusion: i have a small perforation somewhere in my eye socket that lets air out. more disturbing question - if i held my breath and was quiet for long enough, would it whistle?

i have proof positive that i can indeed be starstruck. today john lithgow came into the museum store, and after basically saying, "hello, nice to see you!" and having him say the same back, i immediately called my boyfriend and my mom and just now changed my facebook status to reflect my having met him. i thought i was cool, only to find out i was lame.

my feet are permanently freezing unless wedged securely under pete. this may be a tactic to be close to him that my body has contrived completely independent of my brain, or i have little to no circulation. you may take bets.