1/2 cup cane sugar
1/2 cup honey
3/4 cup water
1/4 cup whiskey
1/3 cup orange juice
1 bag of cranberries

bring sugar, honey, water, whiskey, and o.j. to boil. add cranberries. cook until all the cranberries POP. cook a few minutes more. cool in fridge. eat. yay.

Apparently I have to post or Tavie will remove me from her link list. That's fair. I should really be doing more with this space. I have a domain registered with my name too, never use it. Never will? Dunno.

I've started getting coffee on Saturdays. I'm enjoying it now. Backspace. It seems like every Saturday I somehow find myself "watching" college football. It's on. I don't pay attention to it. The Ducks or the Trojans or whoever else just keep me company, and then I know what happened when people talk about it on Monday, but I don't contribute anyhow. I like to watch sports while I work out. It's on mute anyway, and there's music. This is all very uninteresting.

Last night I went to the opening of The Grass Hut which belongs to my friend Justin Scrappers and my friendly aquaintance Bwana Spoons. Good times. The store is great, I highly recommend it. I'm about to flickr some photos from my night. Afterwards Billy and I went to a birthday party for someone we didn't know and I met some really nice people. It's nice to be social sometimes.

Kisses for Tavie.

Today my childhood sports hero - my childhood hero - retired with a loss.

Of course, I cried.

Since I was 7 years old, no sport nor athlete has held my interest in any genuine way besides for Andre Agassi. Always the best, always screwing it up, always the best, but always the underdog, not always modest, but now always, always modest and a genuinely good guy. A good person. It's hard to explain to most people how much Andre means to me.

He has been playing for 21 years and I am 25 now. For most of my life I have been watching him play and that ended today. I know it's not the end of the world, but it sure feels like a goddamn sad day.

so, apparently i'm in danger of losing my tavie.com-link... so, here's a post. i quickly created a logo for their susan g. komen cancer walk team, "TI" which originally stood for "tits inc." so... here it is.

*edited to link instead of post.

goodbye little puppy. i'll miss you lots.

It feels so long since I've logged into blogger, I even typed in the wrong password the first time.

Sometimes it freaks me out to think I haven't talked to an actual person all day long. I talked to my mother on the phone, but that doesn't really count. I suppose the teller at WaMu, the cashier at Whole Foods and the guy who greeted me as I walked into Just Be/Compound Gallery wouldn't like it if I didn't consider them 'actual' people... but the lack of face-to-face conversations is just strange. Makes me feel lonely.

Today, today, today. I woke up far too late, and I didn't really care. Too drunk last night, silly mistakes, pretty dress. Billy and I make other people feel awkward apparently. That's okay. I think. I'm past feeling awkward about most things... unless it's intentional. So. Today. I received FOUR packages in the mail. One a present for my boss, more-so for her baby. It came all wrapped up nicely and as I peeled away the packaging to insure the quality of the cute little polka-dotted kimono-styled onesie, I found a dead spider. There is even a little dead-spider-mark on it. I'm not quite sure what to do about that.

I finished reading Fahrenheit 451, which I purchased long ago in attempts to read classics never read. I made an attempt at Catch-22 first, which I hated and gave up on. It took over a year to get to this one. Thoughts are boring, let's just say I liked it, and I'm proud of finishing a book in two days. Any book. As you may have heard somewhere, I also went to the bank, and to Whole Foods. I went to Just Be to purchase a pair of sneakers that disappointingly were only available in size 11.5. Worthless. After much avoidance I threw out the moldy mangoes in my refridgerator and loaded the dishwasher. Made some attempts at sociability via the phone, and thus far they have failed. I just can't try too hard - the phone frightens me. Fear of the unknown and lack of confidence. They say, you call more often, best foot forward, it's all in your hands. My hands. So, therefore I have no right to hold any disappointment at the fact that people who would call me first live three thousand miles away? The grass is always greener. It is all on me, because in the end, sitting here, in front of the computer was ultimately my decision. That makes everything feel quite a bit better.

My nails are long. iTunes is on random. I'm pondering starting another book. Got some non-fiction in the mail today, one of the 4 packages. There's always some Nornna waiting for me. There is a gosh-darn 22 minute movie there. Oh, Nornna. There just is something inherently uncomfortable about sitting inside by yourself after dark with no intentions of sleep. Just for me.

P.S. Today I thought of another reason to love my job, and that is the opportunity to socialize with people who otherwise would live on another planet than you.

tired, bored and sad.