my blog sucks.

but a revival is inevitable.

blog subset case in point

tell me you think this is funny too..


Chat with Anna Welton


show details Jul 31


12:45 PM Anna: we could put our heads in the oven
me: we probably dont know how to work it
12:46 PM facebook isnt working
im so depressed
Anna: nope
12:47 PM me: fuck tht
honestly zuckerberg
Anna: lets make our own social networking site
5 minutes
12:52 PM me: fuckbook
to keep track of who you slept with
12:53 PM and what they gave you~
Anna: fagbook
me: fatbook
Anna: to see who is gayest
me: to track your weight gain
12:55 PM I CANT TAKE WHAT FACE IS DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW
12:57 PM Anna: check out myspace instead
me: yah totally
or friendster
chattz

viral.

k.b, fusilli and a microdermabrasion freebie

these glorious things fill my monday night/tuesday morning..im a pasta lovin, southern huggin, facial scrubin loser.

TRIPLE LATTE.

the idea that coffee makes you productive is total shit.
all it does is make you click faster, mess up more and sweatily slip and slide around your keyboard...

gay days

big ups to miranda.

this time last year i was in buenos aires and had freshly discovered what is still my favorite restaurant, appropriately named "miranda"...can't wait to get back there.

dishes of choice
tostados del campo.
vegetales asado.
chorizo mariposa.

here i am, in front of the joint..

for wollie

a tub of turtles, a gaggle of giggles.

yah im back 13 minutes later

i didn't really say anything last time.
i just sort of set the scene...
the goal here is worthy distraction.
there is no way i will ever curb my need for the 'net but i might as well be self indulgent instead of voyeuristic, right?

If they can blog, I can blog

fuck it, if i spend this much time on the computer i might as well get my two cents in too.

i'm miranda. it is sunday night. i am sitting in my building's gym, not because i'm about to hit the elliptical, but because i can steal optimum wireless here...and it is peaceful...the wafts of tide and downy seep in through the adjacent laundry room, and I, as i do on most days that constitute the culmination of the week, think about how i want things to go for the next... not in a compulsive sense, or even in a productive one, just a natural string of to dos, must dos and will never dos run through my head.