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| Thursday, July 9th, 2009 | | 7:46 pm |
arts and crafts
I am a) a major dork, and b) enamored with the idea of self improvement Given these two truths, I am a really big fan of the happiness project, and have recently started using the companion website to keep track of my own little happiness project. It's way Oprah's book club of me, but it's a very satisfying little exercise, and god knows i need that. Anyway, I highly recommend this little bit of embarrassing activity to anyone who likes little projects. My other project at the moment is watching the entire Star Trek: The Next Generation series. This I recommend without reservation. | | Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | | 10:01 pm |
| | Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 1:11 pm |
Dolores Claiborne
I went barbecue on Saturday, it was mostly pleasant, but after I decided to just stay the night, rather than take the MTA at night/while drunk, there was a giant kerfuffle between a couple (who I don't know at allll) that got super heated and uncomfortable. Only slightly related: The male half of the couple at one time called me a "fucking bitch," which just goes to show that even when you are so ridiculously drunk that you can barely speak, tell your girlfriend that you don't fucking care that the dog is missing, and repeatedly throw the cane that you need to walk until your broken leg heals, you can still be totally and unassailably correct from time to time. The thing about being a total fucking bitch though is that it's really necessary sometimes. I find myself unable to breeze through life tolerating people's bullshit, equivocations, lies, and negligence completely without comment, and it is generally more satisfying to voice these comments in the form of scathing personal attacks. The truth hurts. Especially when the truth is that you done pissed me off one too many times, you mook. I got my first issue of Mine magazine and it was not as miraculous as I had hoped. I'm going home for Father's Day, but I haven't told my Dad yet. My sister in law wants it to be a surprise, but i'm starting to question whether or not that is a good idea, really. Don't people like to have something to look forward to? I know I do. Sometimes, the future is the only thing keeping me sane in the present. Lots of bad/troubling family news. I'm trying to be optimistic. | | Monday, June 1st, 2009 | | 10:12 am |
object at rest
I've been having the most vivid, stupid dreams lately. The other night, I dreamed that I was taking BART to London (I dream that I can take BART to various European cities pretty frequently. SOMEDAY!) and as I was walking through the turnstyle, my big black purse sort of lagged over the side of the turnstyle, like I was trying to pass it through undetected (not that it would matter in waking life), so all of these strobelights started flashing, and a techno song started playing that was just the words "POLICE TAZE ME, POLICE TAZE ME" over and over. I called out "WTF R U GONNA TAZE ME?" and this cop arrives and says "NO, BUT WE CAN IF WE WANT TO!" MORAL: Fuck da police. Then, last night, I dreampt (that spelling seems weird but I have no other ideas) that I was marrying my ex (the engineer) even though I didn't want to, and he didn't really want to either. It was just like, inertia, I didn't even actually say "yes" to the proposal. He wasn't even showing up to like, the rehearsal and stuff. When I tried to take him aside to break it off ,he was like "ok, hold on though," because he was eating taco bell. Also, Heidi and Spencer from The Hills were there. This one was unsettling for me. Last week my boss threw up in a garbage can in the break room and left it there for the janitor to clean up. Call me old fashioned, but i always thought the rule was that you clean up your own vomit. especially if you're well enough to stick around and keep working all day. Worked saturday. That sucked so supremely I can't even EXPRESS it. Friday night was fucked b/c I had to be up at 6 to go to work, and then Saturday night I was exhausted by 12 because I'd been up since friggin' 6. Also: work. Took a hike yesterday. That's always nice. LSAT on Dec. 5th. Blue Print classes start in Sept. I'm excited and terrified. Going to the Sam Goldwyn theater tonight to watch Stagecoach. Love this movie. Excited. I watched The Stranger on netflix instant this weekend, and I have two opinionz 4 u: it is an awesome movie, and the end is gross. BF and I started watching Let the Right One in on sat. but I got too tired to finish it. It's good. I don't think anyone really reads this anymore but if feels good to keep it up for some reason. | | Tuesday, May 26th, 2009 | | 10:17 am |
orcas and murderers
a few nights back i had a dream that lambs had soft paws like dogs. i wish this were true. i also dreamed that i was allowed to swim with the orcas at sea world, but when i got into the tank it turned into a warm glittering beach. the orcas were still there, and one of them was playing with me in the water, swimming under me and blowing bubbles. then he did something with the water that blew me across the beach, kind of surfing on a blow up raft. it was so fun! i am glad that i remember this dream because it feels like it really happened, even though the world is not that wonderful. maybe a real ass orca and i were meeting on the damned astral plane though, you never know (ok, yes you do). boring ass party at bf's house on saturday. god love those boys but i cannot understand their belief that a bunch of people standing around with no music on but all of the lights on, chatting politely constitutes a party. a party they deemed a good party, no less. sunday i went out w/a friend from ucla and her friends to watch Dazed and Confused at the hollywood forever cemetary. it was too crowded and we couldn't get in, which was fine w/me. we went to Big Wangs and got drunk instead. this was also more than fine by me, except for the fact that i had dressed for a damned picnic in the dark, complete with uggs, and felt like a major tool at the bar. i guess i looked ok, though, because a gang member who introduced himself as "Curly Suicide" (best gang name ever, i defy you to best it) was trying pretty hard to holler. it sounds funny now, but this guy had SIX TEAR DROP TATTOOS on his face, which, in case you are unfamiliar with prison tattoos, means that HE KILLED SIX MOTHERFUCKERS IN PRISON. i was scared as fuck, basically. this guy was rolling six-ish deep, and his whole group had me, and my two friends pretty well surrounded outside. anyway, we escaped unshanked. couldn't sleep last night, but i feel ok today. everyone should watch Tell No One. it's on netflix instant, if you've got it, and it rules. | | Friday, May 15th, 2009 | | 9:34 am |
everything is everything
Everything is making me cry.
Yesterday on the news they showed a clip of a teenaged poet reading for the president. His poem was to his deaf sister, an apology for being the only member of the family not fluent in sign language. I cried like a god damned baby. The UCLA resident/soon to be rich anesthesiologist who moved in this week came out and told me "it's weird to cry from tv." He is socially awkward and it annoys me. Especially because I am straight up anti-social when it comes to my roommates (if I feel like socializing I will leave the fucking house). I was just reading the LA times profiles of the 5 troops who were murdered at Camp Liberty, and I had to stop because my eyes were brimming with tears. Babies.
There is not enough sleep in the world.
I went to bed at 9:30 last night and slept in til 6 and I feel like I didn't sleep at all. I took a sick day on Wednesday, and slept from 6:30AM until noon, after sleeping all night. I am fucking beat. I have to be up at 6 tomorrow to come in to work. I'm telling my boyfriend that I get off two hours later than I am so that I can take a nap. He crowds me timewise. I'm BUSY. I have not plucked my eyebrows in two months because I can't get a minute to myself. "Oh but you took a sick day on wednesday" Yeah, well I was sick. My eyes are bloodshot, I've had night sweats for weeks, and my limbs feel weighted with sand.
Some of the Austrian crystals fell out of my glasses. Tuesday was possibly the worst fucking day of all time. I saw a girl laying in the street after getting hit by a motorcycle. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and the paramedics were frantically screaming at her to breathe slowly and deeply. I ran away as fast as I could and tried to wipe my tears while I got the fuck out of there.
There is no pinkberry in Westwood anymore. Two separate pairs of shoes cut my feet and my old roommate showed up unannounced to pick up her mail, and then she fucking YELLED at me because she said there was "unnecessary sarcasm in my tone" when I said that I thought Princess Diana's lover was Prince Harry's real father b/c it makes sense chronologicaly and they look alike. You being in my house and bitching at me is unnecessary. I just finished telling your ass that I am at the end of my gd rope and you are going to take issue with my tone when we discuss the WINDSORS? Get the shit out of my living room, you bitch. | | Wednesday, May 6th, 2009 | | 7:10 pm |
dick around dick around
yeah whatever a bunch of stupid shit is going on and whatever whatever. the only thing i have energy to share in this stupid heat is that i bought this skirt for $2 at cvs and i want it to be my husband for life.  this is a skinny photo. don't worry i eat the most. | | Sunday, April 26th, 2009 | | 9:54 pm |
inspiration loop
I took a two hour hike on Saturday. It was great, and I think this may be my new way to socialize. So, be forewarned, that if you want to hang out with me any time soon, we will be chatting it up on a dang ol' nature trail. Soon I will have such a firm butt. I overheard the Jerry Garcia-looking homeless guy in my neighborhood talking to a couple of dudes in FARSI which completely blew me away. It is so unusual for an Iranian person to be homeless. If you think that I am being RACIST, let me remind you that the Iranian population of Los Angeles is made up of people who had the money to flee Iran around the time of the revolution (read: RICH PEOPLE), and their children. This is an affluent group. Also, given the totally shitty nature of their departure, Persian immigrants tend to stick the fuck together. For this guy to be homeless he must either have absolutely zero family left, or be seriously batshit crazy. Anyway, I thought that was interesting. Went to a coworkers house for lunch today. It was all work people. I cannot understand the impulse to invite the people you are forced to spend 40 hours a week with into your home on Sunday. | | Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009 | | 1:31 pm |
Various failures
I bought that bathing suit I posted a while back. they were out of yellow, so I had to get black. I was bummed about this at first, but then last night I was watching TV and that Nuva Ring ad with the synchronized swimmers in the yellow beauty-queen bathing suits played, and I was kind of glad that I won't be dressing up as a Nuva Ring spokesmodel all summer.
The hot weather of the last few days has sort of sharpened my contempt for myself and my laziness. I need to start working out consistently again. I got up early today and yesterday for yoga, and yesterday I walked around Westwood, and inot Bel Air for 40 minutes. Tonight I'll go to the track. I say these things to shame myself into action.
The hot weather has certainlty had a motivational effect on the FLEAS that remain in my house since Jake the Cat moved out. I guess all of the eggs his fleas left behind are hatching in the heat. Anyway, having no cat to live on, these little fuckers are eating me alive. I counted 12 bites on my legs, ankles, and feet last night.
I wanted to take my mom to see Wicked in SF for Mother's Day, but I appear to have failed miserably. It's sold out forever. I am a crap daughter.
My throat is on fire. It feels like when the exterminators drilled into the foundation of my Mom's house and the concrete dust in the air tore up my lungs and throat. | | Saturday, April 18th, 2009 | | 5:31 pm |
turn, turn, turn
Looks like we have UCLA med student/resident (I think when you are in your residency you are still a student technically? Idk, I want to be a lawyer knaamean?) and a Biola grad student in...film(?) moving in on May 1st. I will miss Jason and his bravado, but I feel like I will still see him around. There isn't really any love lost between John and I, as we never bothered to get to know eachother, and I never really felt like he moved back from Africa, really. Chitra came over last night to sit on the couch and talk shit. This made things feel normal. She was even eating subway. The house is changing, but I don't know, I have like, zero feelings about it. As long as Feliz and Josh are here I guess I will feel ok about living here. I don't know why those two are the deal breakers. I suppose because they are the only one's left from when I got here. I can't be the senior member of this place. Lunch plans fell through today so I walked to the post office and mailed stuff to my parents. Does anyone else mail care packages to their Moms and Dads? Years of recieving five dollar bills and Toblerone's in the mail have trained me to pick up packages of tea and my Mom's shades of maybelline makeup and stuff them into bubble envelopes from time to time. I'm bummed re: lunch plans, but mailing things always makes me feel like a day was worth it. I WANT TO PUBLICLY DECLARE THESE THINGS S O THAT I WILL FEEL REQUIRED TO FOLLOW THROUG H: I am going to take a Philosophy class at SMC over the Summer Session. It will help me with the LSAT and maybe I will meet some new people. Also I miss challenging my mind. I've been reading voraciously, but that's not really enough, is it? I am going to take a creative writing class online. Probably through SMC as well. I have always wanted to take a creative writing course and I have never gotten around to it. Why the hell not? I am going to law school. I am going to have a real profession. I posted this photo on my flickr and like, 3 seconds later someone commented "killer lips, beautiful face." Thanks, man.  Idk why I felt compelled to tell you guys that. I am a sucker for a compliment, I suppose. (By "suppose" I mean "I know this to be a fact") | | Thursday, April 16th, 2009 | | 9:09 am |
my eyes are just a little sweaty today
Tuesday night I was cutting onions for quiche (sidenote: Burcu made some comment about "Evie's famous quiche" and I wanted to tear her fucking face off. It is not a cute and hilarious anecdote that you once stole half of my dinner for the WEEK because it looked kind of interesting to you.) ANYWAY I WAS CUTTING ONIONS, and my right eye started to water, which I didn't really think anything of, because these things happen. I kept cooking, cleaning up, etc. and during the time that I was in the kitchen, most of my roommates came in and out of the room at least once. Normal normal normal. The weird thing was, everyone kept asking me all of these NOSY-ASS QUESTIONS, which was really out of character for...everyone, because they have all pretty much accepted at this point that I don't ever want to talk about anything and I really prefer to be left alone, if possible. It didn't bother me, per se, it was just confusing, like, since when does anyone care how "things are going at work," since I'm 100% sure that no one in the house can name the company I work for.
It all made sense when I caught a glimpse of myself in the Miller Light mirror in the hallway, and saw that mascara was smeared all over my face in a pattern not inconsistent with a serious crying jag. I imagine that everyone was kind of weirded out by my calmness and apparent good mood in light of my crazy face. This morning the pollution burned my eyes so badly that I started crying for real. It was hard to tell because I already had tears streaming due to the shitty LA air quality, so I made sure to add little whimpering noises. I feel better now, but my face looks like it's been rode hard and put away wet. (I love that expression. Let's all use it more.)
On the bus this morning, a guy sat behind me, muttering to himself that "This is the saddest thing in the world, get the phone, call for help. It's so sad. We need help, we need help."
It took everything in my body not to turn around and ask him "But who can we call?"
| | Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 | | 9:08 am |
sick sad world
1. The guy from the plane called and i gave him the lowdown on my attached-ness. It was awful and I felt so bad. It never occurrs to me to mention to someone when i am first meeting them that I am not single, because I do not walk around expecting everyone to be interested in dating me. That said, we are now fb friends and will probably meet up in Culver for after work beers at some point because we both work over there. So basically I got exactly what I wanted. 2. Our garbage disposal is full of broken glass. The kitchen practically flooded from the damage this has done to the pipes. 3. Jason is moving out. Roommate search begins again. I could scream. 4. I dreampt about that gd garbage disposal all night. But also the bathing suit I want. Which looks like this: it also comes in black, but I'm not sure which color I want. Opinions?
Also, this:
Ask me one question for each of the following:
1. Friends
2. Sex
3. Music
4. Drugs
5. Love
6. Livejournal | | Wednesday, April 1st, 2009 | | 9:13 pm |
stuff stuff stuff
I'm 24. I saw Hugh Hefner at Pinkberry. Chitra moved out. The new girl is nice, as is the new guy. I got an HP HDX 16 for my birthday. It is the first new computer that I have ever had (every computer I've ever used has been a hand-me-down, and several years old). For my bday bf and I went to this restaurant where you "build your own burger" off of a checklist style menu and it was pretty much fully delicious. I got a turkey burger on a bed of greens with grilled pineapple, grilled red onions, roasted red peppers, and roasted corn and black beans. It owned. While I was home my dad made fesenjan which is delightful, and my mom made a red velvet cake, which I ate at least 1/4th of. I met a really cool and funny guy on the airplane home. I really want to be friends with him, but idk if he wants to jump my bones, and if so, if that is like, deal-with-able. My birthday present from bf came with a free hello kitty scrunchie (actual present was a hello kitty blanket). I am in love with the scrunchie.  I post a lot of photos lately. Tell me if it's annoying. | | Tuesday, March 31st, 2009 | | 6:05 pm |
  EKG Normal. | | Monday, March 30th, 2009 | | 12:39 am |
this is your face on cake
I ate so much while I was home celebrating my birthday this weekend that I just stepped on the scale and weighed 10lbs more than normal. This is the only face I can make:  i am gorgeous, obvi. tomorrow i will update for real and tell you all of the things. | | Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 | | 8:07 pm |
i have to have record of this stupid event
me: so my roommate threw out my brown rice right in front of me b/c he "assumed it was his" and "months old" so i had a level five freakout and screamed and EVEN STOMPEDand yelled "I FUCKING HATE LIVING IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE" loud enough for everyone to hear alana.post: hahahahaha oh god me: and then he made me replacement rice and i was like "I'M NOT GONNA FUCKING EAT IT" alana.post: real world moment me: and made my own rice i am ridiculous alana.post: lolollllll you should make a rice krispie treat in the shape of the words "I'M SORRY" and then force everyone to eat it even if it's really awkward me: i found him a little bit later and just said "i had a shannen doherty freakout. it was a brewin' and you came in and tipped me off at the exact right moment, i'm sorry" so we are buddies again but i did a good job being scary Sent at 7:42 PM on Wednesday | | Monday, March 23rd, 2009 | | 7:24 pm |
Disneyland is so fucking magical
 Can you raise both your hands and clap 'em Can you say, "sure, I'll always try" Can you make friends among people and animals Basically, everything is easy Give it a try, you'll see I'm right Cause if a mouse can be special, well so can you And my name is Mickey Mouse To the right is Minnie Mouse And we own a little place in Disneyland, California Let's have a party and be happy Can we invite our closest friends We can ask Donald Duck, Pluto, and all the gang And my name is Mickey Mouse To the right is Minnie Mouse And we own a little place in Disneyland, California Well, you should try to smile, dear Get yourself a pet deer dog cat bird pig lamb horse cow I'll post a real update tomorrow. <3333 | | Wednesday, March 18th, 2009 | | 5:36 pm |
i'm proud when i win
 it is a strange feeling to look at a photo of myself and think "ugh god my dress got so wrinkled from sitting all day" and "gd red eye" and not "oh holy jesus why am i so fucking fat" because, you know, that shit is still wrinkled as fuuuuuck. | | 8:43 am |
in which i am boring as can be
1) Yesterday I saw a guy walking around Westwood in a t-shirt that read "Scotland's for Me!" and I couldn't decide if I thought he was wearing that shirt as a fuk u to St. Patrick's day or because he was confused re: Ireland/Scotland, what the hell the DEAL was with yesterday. I also saw a lady parking a pearl white Rolls Royce in front of the Persian market by my house (Happy Now Rooz, btw). It was the most ridiculous and beautiful car I have ever seen.
2) We had a green outfit contest at work, and the prize was supposed to be a $20 gift card at Macy's. My boss forgot to buy the gift card, just like every one in the office except for me, and the girl from payroll forgot to make anything for the potluck . Re: contest I tied for 1st, which netted me $10 cash, which I used to buy a roll of quarters for the bus. This will save me double money, really, because I will stop popping into CVS to buy Diet Snapple in order to make change for the bus. Yay. I will post a picture of my winning outfit when I get home from work today, because I am lame as hell.
I made cabbage salad, which was actually pretty delicious, and way low calorie, I'd be happy to share the recipe if anyone cares. The rest of the lunch was provided by people running out on their coffee breaks and buying shitty fast food and bags of hawaiian sweet bread. I didn't eat any of it, because I will not be guilted into eating food that I don't like that no one even MADE. I hate group activities at work so much. I am already dreading "my" birthday celebration for this reason. I'm hoping I can convince everyone that we should just get Subway or El Pollo Loco, and that I can bring my own cupcakes, because I honestly can't bear hearing everyone talk for days and days about what they're going to make, and then have everyone flake out and someone run out and buy some nasty takeout and a cake from the supermarket and force me to eat it because it's "for me." I know I sound spoiled, but I don't eat the kind of takeout these ladies bring in, and I
don't eat supermarket cake.
3) Somehow I ended up being left holding the bag re: finding a roommate to replace Chitra. It was the most stressful shit I have ever had to do. Bright side: my first choice was offered, and accepted the room (after the girl I hated was offered the room and turned it down). NOT bright side: Suddenly the girl who's name is on the lease is not sure how much the rent is. Um. You needed to decide that before we put up 4 craigslist ads, had 2 open houses, and offered the room to 2 separate people If we lose this guy as a result, I am NOT going to be in charge of the scramble to find a fucking replacement.
4) I think I need to start growing plants. I'm thinking about an orchid for the bathroom, and some hanging tomatoes for my little porch. 5) Crazy people have been pretty much leaving me alone lately. Aside from the guy who responded to one of my CL ads inquiring after the races of everyone in my house. | | Wednesday, March 4th, 2009 | | 9:42 am |
blah blah
Leaving for NYC tonight. I managed to get sick just in time to leave for my vacation. I'm tired and cranky, but I think once I'm on my way I'll be able to have fun. Rachel posted this and I love a distraction at work, so I did it too: Four jobs I have had: 1. Salon receptionist when i first moved to LA. This job was awful. I worked for 12 hours with no breaks pretty much every Saturday. If I did get a break, I was supposed to carry all of the money from the cash register with me, which is totally unsafe. 2. Cashier/Swirler @Pinkberry (fancy fro-yo, for those not in LA. There is one in NYC, too, but it's not as popular there, I guess). This job was a ton of fun. It was exhausting to stand for 6 hours straight every night, but I remember this time fondly. 3. UCLA call center. Making cold-calls to solicit donations for UCLA. This was pretty fun, too. People mostly don't answer the phone so you just shoot the shit with other employees. 4. SSI. This is where I work now. It is a registry for nurses, surgical techs, and sterile processing technicians. I don't feel comfortable talking about the place where I currently work on the internet. Four movies I would watch over and over: 1. Milk Money. "It looks like a boob" 2. Clueless. I quote this movie more than is probably normal. People don't usually notice. 3. All About Eve. I love Bette Davis with a fierce passion usually only matched by gay men. 4. They Live. I have been trying to get my bf to watch this with me for months. I got him to watch Chinatown though, which was a definite coup. Four places I have lived: 1. Olympia, WA. It's hard to talk about this. It was awful and wonderful and life changing and now it is completely over. 2. The Selby House. This living situation has been hard on me, but it has it's shining moments of fun and community. They are fewer and farther between as time goes on. 3. UCLA uni apartments. I did this for two years. It was pretty sucky. I liked my 2nd year roommate a lot, though. 4. San Mateo. With my Mom. It's weird to me that we will probably not live together again. I love living with my Mom. She is one of the few (2) people who I don't have to constantly explain myself to. Maybe I will get into Stanford law and I'll stay at her house during law school. Four TV shows I watch: 1. Dollhouse. I haven't seen this week's episode yet, but I am loving this show. I may slowly be turning into one of those Joss Whedon people. 2. Big Love. Best show on TV. Hands down. 3. United States of Tara. I love Toni Collette and Diablo Cody. Also the daughter's boss is the funniest character ever. I like the actress who plays Charmaine, too, but I can never remember her name. 4. 30 Rock. Tina Fey needs to figure out that we are obviously destined to be best friends. Four places I have been: 1. happy: BOTHhouse. Remember BOTHhouse? I mean, I guess it is still a thing. I had some fun nights in that flop. San Mateo High School. My dirty secret: I had a blast in high school. My Mom's living room. I love me some damn Christmas. Royce Hall, UCLA. Sparks. Andrew. 2. first kissed: A patio chair on mammoth ave. The hall closet and the Lane Bryant Boitano house. The dancefloor. A noisy old Toyota truck around the corner from the house in San Mateo. 3. regrettably drunk: Selby house. Our parties are not that fun, so I have remedied this by over-drinking. My new strategy is to either completely avoid the party, or to not really drink at all and go to bed at like, midnight. Sadie's, Brooklyn. I was there visiting Alana and I totally cried at the bar. Various bars in Hollywood. Again with the over-drinking to make up for not being in the mood. My dorm at Evergreen. Although, one of my drunkest nights resulted in my getting together with someone I fell totally in love with. It ended eventually/painfully, but everything does. 4. felt blessed: LAX baggage claim. "Don't get in a cab, I'm pulling up to the curb!"- bf on the phone. UCLA. I really wanted to go to that damn school, and then I did. Mom's house. My dog is there! Also this is where I see my family. They confuse and upset me some of the time, but thank god for them. San Francisco. Whenever I'm there I feel really lucky to have grown up knowing such a geat city. Also I am usually hanging out with fun people doing stupid shit. Four People who e-mail me (regularly): 1. Jill. Since she's in China for the time being we have a mostly gmail friendship at the moment. 2. My Mom. We are close. 3. Chitra. This will probably diminish now that she's moving out. 4. Australian roommate. Mostly to check if I want the cleaning lady to clean my bathroom. I don't. Four of my favorite foods: 1. Curried caulflower with tofu over brown rice. I make this for dinner for the week like, twice a month. 2. Red lentils cooked w/veggie broth, garlic, garam masala and madras curry, served over brown rice. I ate this for dinner all week. 3. Pinkberry. 4. Red Velvet Angel Food Cake. Made this for my sister in law's bday last weekend. Will make again. Four places I would rather be right now: 1. My bed. Queen sized. 300 count thread sheets. Down pillows. Want. 2. Sitting in the big chair at my Mom's house with Jelly in my lap. 3. On the bus, going home. 4. My house. Four people I think will respond: 1. to my laugh: Kelly, once I get to NYC 2. to my call: bf 3. to my wishes: this isn't anyone else's responsibility. me, i guess. 4. to this: possibly no one. Four things I am looking forward to this next year: 1. going to New York tonight 2. a vacation this summer. I want Mexico or Hawaii. 3. Disneyland in two weeks. 4. switching gears. |
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