It has come to my attention...

...that I ate the following things last week:

ice cream (4x)
burrito
burger king
pupusas
friend plantains
hot wings
french fries
taco
jalapeno poppers
blt
spaghetti
spatzle
sausage
pbj
chinese food (2x)
donuts
pizza(2x)
1,000 tortilla chips


OH. MY. GOD.
I also ate some salad and vegetable soup, but who cares about that shit.

I am going to die of a coronary.

Kate Atkinson

... is stealthy.
Not sketchy.

blah.

Today I called in sick for the first time in my post-collegiate working life. Actually, I didn't even "call in," I showed up and my boss told me to go home because he didn't want my sore throat.

I'm kind of confused by my sick day. I feel like I should be out doing things, like its a free day off, and then I remember that I feel like shit and that is why I have elected to not get paid today.

Why am I so behind on these little life lessons?

Anyway, check out my new slippers:

Throw me to the dogs....

The other day I told my friend Jamie that after two decades as a "cat person," I am starting to prefer dogs. Jamie informed me that that this is a sign that I am starting to embrace my breeding years. He says that dogs= children, no matter how you slice it.


I was then reminded of this:


This a a picture of a piece at the SFMOMA. In case you couldn't tell, those are dozens of poodles encircling a small plaster baby. Woof.

You better believe it...

...when I tell you that my job is WAY more glamorous than yours.

Hi Mom.

This picture just popped up on my facebook newsfeed...

Pointless information about my week.

I ate lamb tongue... it was delicious, "like buddah" in fact.

I might be in New York for a week in September, everyone get ready.

Tomorrow, I will have lived in San Francisco for exactly 7 months.

Ok, night.

Breakfast in bed.

One of my favorite things about being an adult is that I can eat wherever I damn well please. Growing up in a household with two anal retentive parents (my Dad shampoos his car's floor mats monthly) I was never allowed to eat anywhere outside of the kitchen.
I celebrate my freedom from this oppressive regime by eating my breakfast in bed every morning.

Here I am eating breakfast in bed this morning:

I'm hot.