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Birthday Message from Chauffi

Chauffi here. Today is Weetabix’s Birthday! On this day (if I put a number here I would be killed. Painfully, and probably by people mixing plaids and stripes) XX years ago a force was unleashed on this world. A force for evil? good? Who is to say? Only we, the citizens of the internet will […]

Bubbles

Things I don’t like on salads but keep putting on there anyway Garbanzo BeansTurkeyBacon CrumblesGrape TomatoesBleu Cheese RadicchioIceberg Lettuce Things that I love but always forget to put them on my salad Dried CranberriesCucumbersMandarin Oranges This is to remind myself that I should just stick with the basics: romaine, baby spinach, feta cheese, cucumbers, broccoli […]

Bi-weekly curious

I had grand plans this weekend to do a million catch up projects, slog through eight tons of (fucking) laundry, and finish every outstanding freelance project and also do my billing so that I get paid and also do the prep work for upcoming projects and also refold my 2×3 foot shelf area of my […]

Manifest destiny

I think I need to write a manifesto. It’s getting close to a 1000 entries on this here diary and I haven’t gotten to any universal truths (other than the fact that poop is funny and lawd’s sakes alive, do I have too much to do and why is my pantry still not organized? Because […]

Resistance is futile

Between freelance and school and travel and work, there hasn’t been a minute of spare time. The school semester is coming to a close though, which means that I’m desperately trying to catch up on the six papers I procrastinated throughout the last four months, but man, will that be awesome when I don’t have […]

Climb halfway to the stars

I touch down in a blur of black, my travel ensemble of hoodie with cami, jeans and cute shoes. I jump in my Yuppie SUV and swing by Foo’s after stopping for water and snack supplies at Trader Joe’s, frantic already. Things to do, things to do, things to do, I am the white rabbit […]

Suffering Succotash

This week has been both strange and wonderful. And both of those words describe Saturday, in which I drove up my street after getting my car washed and was greeted by Mopie’s parents in my driveway. Mopie’s dad pulled his wife out of the way, as though he were seriously concerned that I would plow […]

Vulture shock

I very much enjoy getting weird video podcasts to my little Bean pod but you know what I really hate? The guy on the VHI Best Week Ever. The man has more gums than Meg Ryan and also, embarrassingly enough, reminds me of a guy I dated once. I don’t know who to write to, […]

Cypress Hill

I made a crucial error in judgment yesterday. One of my favorite little games is to try to get the best possible air fare for trips. In fact, our trip to London in 2004 was conceived solely due to a really unbelievable fare of $240 round trip out of Chicago. Sometimes I even play this […]

Spoken Word

So, the reading. Mo and I hit the highway earlier than originally planned, due to my taking an impromptu half day of vacation. The drive was uneventful and we spent most of it listening to my Songs to Not Panic playlist (I made it prior to traveling to Journalcon DC, but it has come in […]

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