not sure if you guys are aware but Minneapolis Mayor R.T. Rybak runs his own twitter and it’s the best thing ever. on snow days especially.
We have the best mayor.
I spent the day cleaning my old room at my mom’s house and came across a stash of closet posters. Closet posters are the posters that you move from the bedroom to the closet during winter break following the first semester of college. From top to bottom, we’ve got Good Charlotte circa ‘01ish before that one guy left the band, Brandon Boyd crouching and contemplating life sometime in the early ‘00’s and the least Sarah McLachlaniest Sarah McLachlan Levi’s ad from Lilith Fair ‘98.
I also found a Trader Joe’s bag with the following: a 2003 AP Style Guide, a certificate for entering the Society of Collegiate Journalists, a pink Nalgene bottle covered in political/vegetarian/feminist/college radio station stickers, a package of Red Vines signed by Andy Samberg that said “Don’t Eat These! - Andy,” a knee brace, the book “Speak” and an empty notebook. The results of this bag prove something I’ve never considered before- I’m super fucking consistent. I don’t know if it’s comforting that the stuff I moved out of my dorm in ‘07 still applies to my life today or that I haven’t strayed much from my younger self but I’m running with it.
I also have four copies of Garden State on DVD. Four copies! Zach Braff probably doesn’t own four copies of Garden State on DVD, why do I have that many? If anyone needs one, I can hook you up.
I love a quick brand response!
Sometimes all it takes is conversation over drinks and great food to make things right in the world. I love having friends in town, very few things make me happier than entertaining and playing tour guide and Katie is the best person for this sort of adventuring.
There was brunch, laziness, wine, lobster mac, more drinks and meeting up with college acquaintances who were in town for a gynecology conference… really. If you get the chance to go to a generic bar/club with a group of male gynecologists who spend most of their time abroad saving the world, do it- it will be hilarious. Sure, the music will be predictably horrible and the beer selection will be worse but the people watching is magic.
A new job and sudden changes have turned me into a disaster zone. Most of the time I’m all - “Yay, I got this guys and here’s all the awesome shit I’m doing for you and this is why it’s awesome.” Until moments of - “Oh God, they’re going to fire me. I’m the worst at all the things. I need to calm down before they catch on and they’re definitely going to catch on” come along and knock me into a stress spiral.
Also, it would be cool if the accounts department would get their shit together and pay me so at least my anxiety feels worth it. Blerg.
In other news, I really like my job and I think it’s wonderful; I just hate being the newbie.
A friend suggested I republish my dating profile so I started a website instead. Not a dating website but a website website- portfolio pieces and a new blog that I’ll share once it’s ready to launch. Anyways, everything about dating is exhausting. I’d love to find out how much longer I have to keep doing this until something works out but the answer to that question is probably more depressing than I’m ready to hear. Le sigh.