Do I want to be a loser and go eat by myself at the sushi bar or order ahead so I can take it home with me and be a loser eating in front of her TV? (and her cats and her ice cream).
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Go loser! Choose loser!
(unless eating at the bar is significantly more amusing.)
But which loser should I be?
A LOSER AT HOME! (So that I know if the package made it yet.)
But you did it! Now you can flop.
No. I can't. I have so much reading I didn't finish that I can't really go to sleep. Instead, I'm going to nap for an hour then wake up and read as much as I can, then sleep again.
It's really great. It's a one-bedroom on a side street in a prewar building. Which means high ceilings, gorgeous hardwood floors and moldings and floorboards. It's really big, 750 sq feet. I rented it like five minutes after seeing it and didn't even notice all the beautiful details like the two-tone paint job around the moldings. It's a really old building so the apartment has like 20 coats of paint but is charming nonetheless.
It's really great. It's a one-bedroom on a side street in a prewar building. Which means high ceilings, gorgeous hardwood floors and moldings and floorboards. It's really big, 750 sq feet. I rented it like five minutes after seeing it and didn't even notice all the beautiful details like the two-tone paint job around the moldings. It's a really old building so the apartment has like 20 coats of paint but is charming nonetheless.
That's so huge. Separate dining room?
No. I can't. I have so much reading I didn't finish that I can't really go to sleep.
Oh, I'm sorry. Well, may your nap be refreshing.
bon, that sounds AWESOME. I'm quite envious. That's the size of my apartment, but without the high ceilings, mouldings classy hardwood and all that.
Last weekend, I was in one of Baltimore's 1900 "painted lady" rowhouses (modelled after the SF painted ladies style from way back when) that made me nearly cry with envy. Transoms to every room, blocked off fireplaces on every floor, but with the original mantles. Inlay on the wood floors. Original tilework, octagonal. Was just GORGEOUS.
Blog of someone returning to their house in New Orleans, with before and after pictures. [link]
Working in a Jewish high school has me spouting random bits of badly pronounced Hebrew frequently. I still can't say the "ch" sound correctly. I sound like such a lame WASP when I try
My Jewish neighbor's daughter is named Chen-li. My pronounciation of it always makes me cringe internally. I would love to be able to do it correctly--especially when I address her directly.
Yeah, it's swell that...mediocrity wins.
Go Team Mediocrity!