Musings on begrudgingly hipster life in northern California (San Francisco). A blog about the extraordinarily ordinary.
I decided I need to finish chronicling my France adventure before I wipe all memories of 2010 from my brain on New Year’s Eve. That’s a good excuse for drinking … Continue Reading →
I’ve been properly getting into the Halloween spirit over the past week and remembered my days as a local folklorist of hauntings and the paranormal. This was in my late … Continue Reading →
I’m’a take a break from the France documentation and muse for a minute… about the future… and worry… and brownies. I have somehow found in me a blind confidence in … Continue Reading →
At the young age of 22, my suitemate and I made a pact: if, at the age of 40, we are both still single–let us move to Paris. Because, we … Continue Reading →
Ok, the trip. Peppered with some French in that annoying way where the word is simply italicized to let you know it’s not English (in case you couldn’t tell…), without … Continue Reading →
Please excuse the self-indulgence, but I’m going to chronicle my recent trip through France here so I can remember it. I very optimistically brought a small notebook in the hopes … Continue Reading →
I’ve found a certain pattern in my thought process for wanting something important. Be it a new job, a change of location, a boyfriend, or the crown of a small … Continue Reading →
As my soon-to-be delicious creamy tomato basil soup cooks, I thought I’d write a toast for my soon-to-be… not a relative at all. My boyfriend’s sister. The whole wedding planning … Continue Reading →
“Introvert” is one of the most misunderstood words in our vocabulary. You could have knocked me over with a feather boa when, a month ago, one of my coworkers responded, … Continue Reading →
For years I thought I was a most excellent argumentalist. I always won, thanks to my infallible logic and the coolly systematic way in which I broke down my opponent’s … Continue Reading →