Life
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So Hard to Choose
I’m really not sure which I enjoy more: being told how perfect I am for a job and then not being able to get it due to the dinosaur-like progress and politics in law firms or being told what a good catch I am yet remaining perpetually single. Okay — it’s a toss up between
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The Plague, Take Seventy-Four
Believe it or not, I had to leave work early yesterday. Was having one of those days where I had to be within arm’s reach of a box of tissues, and I think I was grossing out my co-workers. As my nose got redder, and I got more and more tired and headache-y, I finally
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Feelin’ Saffron
See more of my Gates photos (actually, some were taken by the lovely Ms. Katie) at Flickr.
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A Subtle V-Day Message for the Boys Out There
Courtesy of Gaping Void Extra special smooches and whatnot to everyone today, especially Jeff, who has sent me e-flowers at least three years running.
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It’s All Right to Cry*
Today was one of those days when I just lost it. At the very least, I made it home before having a deep, hearty, and heartfelt sob. My dad managed to get the brunt of it, due to completely unintentional poor timing on his part (he was returning my call). I know that everything and
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The Birthday and the Booty
A perfect image from last night’s birthday party — the birthday boy himself, cupcake in one hand, Schlitz in the other. It was a fun and interesting evening, complete with fellow bloggers, folks from high school, a few of whom I hadn’t seen in years, and even someone who recognized me from a pro bono
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Saturday Afternoon Ramblings
Tien called them "glommitts," Manhattan Transfer called them "bum-finger gloves." Call them what you will, but I absolutely love mine. I now have two pairs, and they are a savior when dealing with cell phones, metrocards, and everything else. To continue the bday season (not mine anymore, sadly), last night was a birthday party at
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Yenta Drives a Taxi, Apparently
So it seems there are folks out there other than Hugh who think I need a husband. As I was on my way home, alone, in a cab after my birthday on Saturday night (well, early Sunday morning. Details, details), the driver started chatting with me. "Where’s your husband tonight?" "I don’t have a husband."
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Another Birthday Bash
Birthday Girls Originally uploaded by Sweet Blog o’ Mine. Ellen and I co-hosted a birthday party at the Magician last night. It was so wonderful to have such a rich cross-section of all the folks in my life: friends from high school, college, camp, bloggers, wine club society, and other assorted riff-raff with whom I
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The Grass is Always Greener
So it’s Saturday, I let myself sleep ridiculously late in preparation for what may be late night at the bday bash, and I’m puttering around the apartment, listening to Jonathan Schwartz on WNYC. I just heard two of the most depressing Sondheim songs: Sorry, Grateful, from Company, which attempts to describe the characters’ feeling about