“You just don’t tweet the word ‘holy’ next to that word. People can’t put stuff like that on Twitter. I mean, that’s like buying your ticket straight to hell. Of course, when I get to the pearly gates and they ask to see my tweets I’m going to be like ‘hell no.’…….[pause] Maybe I should think about this.” -Just another phone call listening to a friend work through the eternal implications of her social media usage.
09/11/2009
This weekend in Boston this conversation happened more times than I feel comfortable with.
Friend: Hey _______, I want you to meet my friend Sarah. She’s the one whose blog I’ve shown you before.
______: The one with the dog?
10:17
Don’t get me wrong. I like pushing the fashion envelope as much as the next girl. But I’m thinking that snakes on the runway during China’s fashion week in Beijing may just be taking it a step too far.
07/11/2009
a good laugh.
I laugh. A lot. Probably too much if that’s possible. But, for the most part, my laughing is limited to a few seconds of smiling and some form of noise (usually snorting, if we’re going to be honest).
This weekend I’m in Boston with four of my close friends from college. And holeee crap. They are funny. Last night, sometime around 1 a.m. we all crawled into the guest bed at one of my friends’ homes and talked about life and boys and jobs and more life. And somewhere in the middle of it something was said that, well, should never be repeated in a public venue.
And I. lost. it.
Like, totally, completely, tears-running-down-my-face, shaking, unable-to-breath, abs-in-intense-pains, laughing. It hurt.
But honestly, it was the best I’ve felt in a long, long time. I needed it. And that’s why I love my friends.
06/11/2009
See that bench? It’s in Boston Commons. I used to sit on it. A lot. Back in 2004 and 2005 when I lived in Boston. Now, I live in a place that, while it may lack some of Boston’s flavor, also lacks things like grubby piles of snow blocking your door for months on end and people vomiting next to you on the train on an otherwise perfectly normal Monday afternoon.
Boston was where I moved the year after college. My first year “in the real world.” I worked in a magazine for the first time there. I met interesting people there. I discovered just how much snow could fall out of the sky there. I laughed a lot there. I cried even more. I went to museums and restaurants and bars and parks and lectures and shops. I got hooked on a baseball team. I spent Saturday mornings at a Jewish deli in Brookline and Sunday afternoons on Newbury Street. I spent entire days wandering around Cambridge. I also spent a lot of time curled up in the world’s cutest brownstone apartment with my roommate watching an insane amount of Law and Order: SVU. Mostly though, I just grew up there.
I’m going back this weekend. This will be my third trip back since leaving. I’m staying with my old SVU-loving roommate. She married the guy who helped move us in to that cute brownstone. Three other friends from college will be there as well. I’m ridiculously excited. Mostly to see my friends. But also to see my old city.
10:43
John Mayer & Taylor Swift's New Song - Half of My Heart
Two of my faves - so great.
My feelings of affection towards John Mayer are starting to border on I-would-stalk-him-if-I-had-the-time-and-energy.
This post was reblogged from Literally, Genevieve Clare.
05/11/2009
04/11/2009
“I try & walk a line between terror & ecstasy, she said & then she shook her head. You’d be amazed at the people who avoid me for no good reason, other than that.”
— Storypeople
14:52
I just made a T.I. station on my Pandora at work. Why didn’t I do this sooner? I’ve been listening to Ryan Adams, Death Cab, and The National crap for days. The second song they play on this is Jay-Z “Forever Young.” It’s like I’ve come home.
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