Friday, July 31, 2009

I Dont

Have to be at work till 3 tomorrow.

Who wants to consume beverages with me?

Wednesday, July 29, 2009


I just found a gray hair by my right temple. MY FIRST GRAY HAIR. Oh my god, what do I do? I'm going to look like this in a week :
Do they sell adult diapers at Rainbow?

Oh shit.

I hope to never end up at a kink party with THIS GUY:


I totally wrote "tyranny" in place of "tranny" in that last post.

Which makes it sounds like I'm going to a kink party.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


What the fuck do I wear to a tyranny beauty pageant?

2 people have stressed that I not wear anything that makes it look like I'm trying to outdo the participants, which I really don't think will be be a problem, but I cant look too "frumpy" either.

I am looking at a closet full of cardigans and I am very confused.

Friday, July 24, 2009


Morgan pointed out that I haven't posted anything in a while.

So here are some of the things I have done since I last posted:
-ate at Flour+Water
-broke a new ice cream sales record
-fell down and hurt myself
-drank mimosas at breakfast
-wrote Audrey's "Big Sister" recommendation.
-lied on Audrey's "Big Sister" recommendation.
-saw Richard Avedon at the MOMA
-tested Beer Floats for Mission Street Food
-wrote a missed connection
-made Guacamole
-posted this picture :

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Last night I played Screw Your Neighbor with Laura, Danny, Walker, and Ben until 4 in the morning. Ben beat all of us. He is now a bagillionaire.

When you google image search "screw your neighbor" this picture of the game comes up.
So does this picture of Spike from Top Chef Chicago:

I have a hangover. I am going back to bed.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

I am getting up extra early on thursday....

...and seeing a 9 am showing of the new Harry Potter movie at the Metreon.

Yes, yes I am.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Sure thing Dad.

Yesterday my father sent me a text message telling me I had to subscribe to the San Francisco Chronicle. I'm rather indifferent but it seemed like he was going to pay for it, so I said yes.
My Dad has been in the newspaper business for thirty years. Everyone knows that print media has taken a nose dive in the last eighteen months (not that it wasn't already dying a slow but dignified death) and so I think this is a peculiar time for me to start receiving my first newspaper subscription.

He's excited because the Chron just announced they were moving their presses to a non-union firm in Freemont. This will lower the paper's cost base and hopefully prolong its lifespan. Apparently the paper has just been redesigned and is now "very colorful." Chances are I will have this subscription longer than my father will have a job, but it seemed to mean a lot to him so I said yes despite all the clutter it will create in my apartmnent.

I get the first one tomorrow, so If anybody wants to come over to drink coffee and read the paper, I'm your girl.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I made...

...grilled cheese for dinner last night.

I got the recipe (I know, like grilled cheese needs a recipe) from a Food and Wine magazine (because I am a yuppie.)
The cheddar I used is delicious when cold, but tasted like baby feet when melted. I was bummed, I had sliced the granny smith apples and caramelized the onions with great care. Cold, angry, anxious, Chicago Emily would have probably become enraged by her grilled cheese failure and the waste of money, calories, and human potential that it represented. San Francisco Emily just shrugged and ate a spoonful of peanut butter and went to bed.

Personal growth, I sees it.
By the way don't you all love me in pigtails?

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Sorry, in advance.

Today is July 8th.

I am supposed to pay my comcast bill by today. I can't find it.

It is hot in all the other places I have lived. It is in the low sixties in San Francisco.
I dont know exactly why, but I woke up today, looked around my room and felt so incredibly homesick. I dont know if I miss my parents, or my sister, or if I am just really sick of my job...

What is really strange is that I have been out of college for two years now, and I still miss Kenyon almost every day. It makes me feel like a real loser to admit that, but it is true. I thought that moving here and seeing more of my college friends might quell that a bit, but it might have made it worse.
I am very happy with who I am now, and what I am doing here, but I miss the physical surroundings of Gambier so much it aches. The smell of Gund Commons, the light in the trees, the stonework, the white clapboard department houses, the stupid fucking "pealers" playing the church bells on friday.
Although I do miss all the aforementioned cheesy shit, I think I miss being at Kenyon so much because it was one of the only periods in my adult life that I felt in control of my anxiety. That might be/definitely is romanticized bullshit (I was a mess in college) but the memory of that place is calming enough for me to write a rambling blog post about my loneliness this morning.

I think should stick to posting pictures of things from Bulgaria.

Monday, July 6, 2009


I just made a pasta salad with Bulgarian feta I got from the Middle Eastern grocery store on Mission and it is the most delicious feta I have every tasted. I think everybody should make he transition from Greek to Bulgarian feta.

Other things from Bulgaria:

Probably not as delicious.


Yesterday a homeless (?) man who comes into my shop and eats ice cream out of the garbage asked me if I could help him figure out how to open "these." Then he reached into his dirty sweatshirt and pulled out a big bag of fresh oysters.

San Francisco, California. Where the homeless are eating better than I am.


I was talking about Gates in that last post, but those pancakes were fucking delicious.


I was in Salt Lake City, Utah last week. Salt Lake is a two hour flight from San Francisco. The city sits at 4,222 feet, and is the global headquarters of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints... and those people are a hoot, let me tell you. To be fair, the city has lots of bars, art galleries, and coffee shops, and I saw as many people riding fixies there as I do on an average day in San Francisco.

Salt Lake is beautiful because there are lots of these:
Salt Lake is creepy because there are lots of these:
Ultimately I like Salt Lake city because there is one of these:

(is she talking about Gates or the pancake house?)