Marcia is Amused.
April 2009
Decided: Today is going to be a better day.
I truly believe that you're capable of doing great things, you just have to forget everything and just get out there and fucking do it.
(via jessicachu)
I need to tattoo this on the inside of my eyelids.
Hunter Thompson Can Eat It
I’ve never thought of myself like this, but someone just reccomend me on LinkedIn:
Details of the Recommendation: “Let’s face it LinkIN, modern political writers are boring and straightlaced. In the good ole days, reporters all had a little gonzo Hunter Thompson in them. They drank too excess. They cursed and swore in public. They hung out at seedy establishments, etc. I’m not saying Jeff is any of these things but, he is a pretty entertaining writer. If there is a ever a cocaine & gay sex scandal involving the Colorado state GOP, Jeff will report on it and say something hilarious. In fact, aren’t we overdue for a cocaine & gay sex scandal with the Colorado state GOP?”
This is the third or fourth time I’ve had someone compare my political commentary to Hunter Thompson, which is cool and all, except I’m not sure I really like the guy. He once threatened to run a million dollar campaign against a candidate I was working for. Seemed like kind of a jerk, but then maybe that’s an apt comparison?
Dear god, please let there be a cocaine and gay sex Colorado GOP scandal. I’m not sure how Hunter S. Thomspon-esque you are, but I know you’d report the hell out of that.
“Bodies count, of course - they count more than we’re willing to admit - but we don’t fall in love with bodies, we fall in love with each other, and if much of what we are is confined to flesh and bone, there is much that is not as well.”
—Paul Auster, Oracle Night
Work has been very stressful lately and surprsingly I haven't picked up a habit of drinking when I get home.
well not yet…
If we still lived in the same town, we would be drinking together right now.
I never listen to voicemails because I hate them and dislike talking on the phone.
But someone just called me from a number I do not recognize and left a message, so now I have to listen to 5 voicemails to get to the one that may be important.
They are (as I listen to the first five seconds, skip, and delete):
- Mom
- Mom
- Mom
- Mom
- Mom
And the voicemail that made me listen to everything was from Biscuits and Bath, offering me 3 free days of doggie daycare. SCORE.
That’s all. Now I don’t have to listen to my voicemail for at least another month.
I may or may not be wearing a mid-calf length skirt hiked up to be a knee length skirt. Don't judge.
I swear it’s what all the cool kids are doing.
Brownie Squares Recipe at Epicurious.com →
epicurious.com
These are some of the most kick ass brownies I have ever made. And I think I’m making them again tonight. Brownies AND Butter Cookies, married together in my mouth.
Yeah, I talk to my dog in French. What of it?
My Little Sister Won the Password Changing Contest
Because she’s having a little girl named Pippa (hopefully some time this week) and duh. That’s my new password.
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World →
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I just finished this book - I think # 23 for the year, but I’m not sure and I’m not going to count right now. I loved it - two narratives alternating chapters that don’t combine until the very end. And for 400 pages, it was a quick read but it made me think - both of which make me happy.
I want to write something about the Columbine anniversary today, but being in high school at the time of the incident... it's hard, and I don't know what to say, and I'm afraid I'm going to sound trite.
