| FOUR ( @ 2006-09-22 16:33:00 |
| Current mood: | bored |
| Current music: | a really quiet office |
| Entry tags: | adventures in editorial, i are srs cat this are srs thread, the fast foodie |
chicken stew for the soul
I fucking love lunch. It's right there in the middle of the day, all, "Dude, ditch work. Do something enjoyable. Have me." I am eating chicken stew and a biscuit, both homemade. Mmm.
I haven't made a personal post in a long time. Not that I made that many personal posts to begin with, but there are now a lot of conversations, interviews, enjoyed moments, workplace hijinks, existential crises, and relationship happenings of which you are unaware (unless you are Pixie). Like, for instance, we re-arranged the office. The bookshelves fell off the wall. Brain tumor comedy. My newfound love for Gregory House. Jet called me, and I was finally like, "Look, dude, are you ever going to ask me out?" and he was like, "Probably not," and then we went to dinner anyway. The Hell's Kitchen Flea Market. The lighting in my room. I am having my twice-yearly craving for a significant other, probably because of Jet and also it's autumn. I'm just not that interested in my life anymore. I'd rather write other things. I'm thinking of taking up photoblogging.
I totally forgot I was writing this, and now it's four hours later. I wish I still had that stew.