October 5, 2011

• We're registered at Linens n' Things. We have plenty of linens. We only want the things.

  This morning on my way to work I noticed that they're opening up a CB2 right on the block I walk down twice a day. Goodbye savings. I kid! That said, this does likely mean that I will be buying both THIS branch mat for by the door, as well as THIS pebble one for the bathroom. I'll drool at their sectional couch, love their sheets, wish for this lamp, and basically ignore that the store is there. I mean, I walk by Urban Outfitters daily as well and am near a Container Store. And I pass Magnolia Bakery at Bloomingdale's without stopping. I can do this! 

  My office sublets its space from a larger company and we get to use the larger company's cafeteria. It is awesome! So many snacks, microwaves, ramen soup, oatmeal, cereal, grapes and other fruits, candy bars, bags of chips, graham crackers, granola bars, juices, lemonade, 10 types of milk.. they go all out and it is all free! However, since we moved here (over 20 months ago) the drip coffee has been pretty disgusting. I have either purchased coffee (iced or a latte) on my way to the office, or I have used the Gevalia pads to make something sort of drinkable. The strange thing is, their drip coffee is Peets brand which from a Peets store, I like a lot. This past weekend however they revamped, and now are serving Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts and Peets coffee. All I can say is that the Dunkin Donuts coffee is delicious! I'm so spoiled and happy.

  Someone (not on Xanga) said that my new glasses looked like grandma glasses. I assure you, they do not. I suspect it was just the reflection of the lenses in that photo. Here's a better picture of the purple Fendi's. I challenge anyone to have a grandma who wears those

   

  In other news, I really like tilapia and so THIS saddens me, and also.. wouldn't Oscar the Grouch do? Why have a new poor Sesame Street character?

  Ok, I know that I maybe shouldn't share this, but I got THE. FUNNIEST. EMAIL. from my dad this morning. We have a canary in Amsterdam who was initially known as Shady (named by my Eminem loving younger sister). Then he was renamed Steinbeck after a funny mixup by my grandmother regarding Steinbeck's novel Cannery Row. Sadly a while back the bird developed a foot infection and had to have one leg amputated. Ever since he has been known as Pogo. H. is my sister and T. is her boyfriend. Now, read the exerpt and laugh, my friends: 

  "The WEIRDEST thing happened this morning. I got up early and was a bit thirsty so went down to the kitchen and the first thing I saw was that Pogo was huddled on the windowsill between the corkscrew you gave me and a potted basil plant that refuses to be used up. But his cage was closed! I took off the birdbath and caught him easily and put him back inside. He seemed very relieved. And then I thought I had solved the mystery: T. must have come in after work late last night and bumped his head on the cage and broken it open, or knocked off the birdbath, and then tried to catch the bird and given up. But no, neither he nor H. had anything to do with Pogo last night! So either Pogo has been watching Prison Break on the neighbors' tvs, or else it's a miracle! If it happens again he can qualify for sainthood. Saint Pogo."

  LOL. I my dad.

  My coworkers are talking about duck hunting and how feeding ducks is the worst thing one can do for them because it prevents them from flying south. At least the conversation moved from how Michael Moore is a tool and Rush Limbaugh isn't. UGH.. sometimes I really despise these idiots. 

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