Baggage

There's way more in here, like a spare set of clothes (just in case), sunglasses, reading glasses, 2 wallets and about 10 pens (also, just in case).

Checkbook
Because SOMEONE always moves it then I LOSE it because it's not where i LEFT it. Rent on Monday!

This week's New Yorker
Because I simply need to know more about the India-Pakistan scuffle over Kashmir. And lesbians who live in vans (Van Dykes, no joke). And I need to look smart on the train. Oh-ho-ho those witty cartoonists!

Chewed gum
Gross, I have no idea. I haven't used this bag since I left my last job. I gave myself a dislocated jaw from chewing so much freaking gum.

Do Books on Tape Count?

I hated On the Road until listened to Matt Dillon read it.

She Don't Use Jelly by The Flaming Lips

I watched the documentary on the Flaming Lips, Fearless Freaks, and heard it for the first time in AGES and couldn't get it out of my head for weeks. VAAAAAAAAAAASELINE.



Even if you don't know anything about the Flaming Lips, it was an outstanding documentary that I think everyone should watch. Wayne Coyne has the greatest gray hair of ALL TIME. Better than Jon Stewart, better than George Clooney. Voice of authority here, people.

YEAH! by Usher

I used to be able to listen to this song on a permanent loop. Now I can only take about an hour and a half of Ursh and Luda. It still might be my favorite song. It reminds me of the summer before college, Kristen Surette and the 2004 prom- a potent mixture of anticipation, hilarity and nausea.

To Be Young by Ryan Adams

I used to think this song was obnoxious, but soon learned that it's only that way because Ryan Adams is King Obnoxor. Once he became endearing to me, I soon grew to like the song. Plus now he and Mandy Moore are engaged, and that is freaking AWESOME. Another secret fantasy COME TRUE.

With their powers combined...

Some days, I can actually feel my face looking like my father. It's ghostly, even though he's still, you know, alive.



It's no big deal, his sisters look just like him (and me) so it's not like I'm running around looking like a GUY or anything, we both just have big heads, pointy noses, and the same frown, a look we shoot many unsuspecting but deserving victims daily.



When it comes to my personality, I am exactly like both my parents. All those clashing little traits that they throw at each other are the ones I got. I fight with myself about how insensitive I am, and then I tell myself not to be so sensitive.

Namaste.

Open the heart, lift the collarbone, aaaaand mountain pose!

Who knew that my shining athletic achievement would be to develop the ability to touch the back of my neck with my toes?

Beans, beans, the musical fruit.

Last week, Brian and I went to the only Jelly Belly Bean factory in the world. As if there weren't already enough reasons to move to Northern California.

I'm not much of an emotional eater, but the last week has been pretty hectic with the traveling, and I'll say that having 10 pounds of rejected Jelly Belly beans has brought me back to the 7th grade, a comfortable, secure, braces-free world with all the gum and candy a girl could want.