Dream one featured Etta James and Ella Fitzgerald, both in their younger rounder years sitting on a couch, and Oprah Winfrey peeking out of a doorway. I don't remember what else was in it.
Last night, I ventured outside of the Beltway with my friend Rachel to see Sex And The City in a theater less, uh, colorful than the one in my neighborhood.
do you seek medical attention for sleeping problems? I'm on about three weeks of really bad sleep.
I was lucky enough to have two fun experiences at two different Starbucks today. I know you're thinking, "Jenny, how fun can Starbucks REALLY be?" Here's how fun it is -
Ben: Braves are beating Nationals
Me: FUCK THE BRAVES
Me: oh sorry, forgot about the caps
Me: but still
Me: bah
Me: fuck the braves
Me: NATS RULE
Me: AND PWN
Ben: nope
Ben: wrong
Ben: I call wrong
Me: even with the worst record ever in life
Me: we rule
Ben: incorrect
Ben: and
Ben: you like baseball?
Me: i like dc
Ben: oh
Ben: ok
Me: also
Me: it's okay
Me: i went to a game last year
Me: last summer
Ben: ok
Ben: ay
Ben: one more out
Ben: and nats lose
Me: bah
Me: at LEAST
Me: the nats don't have a racially insensitive motion
Me: er
Me: gesture
Me: whatever
Me: also
Me: our stadium, which is brand new, has concession stands that pay tribute to the last two baseball teams DC has had
Ben: braves win
Me: yeah, didn't think you could beat any of that.
I'd like to get myself back in the habit of posting someplace other than Twitter. And since my "not really personal but not about anything in particular" blog isn't ready yet, I'm back here for the time being. I have a couple of things to kick off with.
One time, I went to Red Lobster twice in one week and brought home at least 4 biscuits each time.... read more
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