The cream puff recipe I developed for The Vegg is all over their (his) Facebook page! What an honor. That recipe was not easy to get to work, and I was ready to throw in the towel (except I am really stubborn, and my mind was set on victory)!
I want to say I never want to see a cream puff again, but I made them for my family again earlier this evening. I’m pretty proud of myself!
Somebody (ME!) is going to view apartments in LA this weekend! The dream is coming true!
Can I use my W2 as a prof of income? I mean, people quit their jobs and move to Hollywood all the time, right? RIGHT? Like, oh, I’m not working now, but this is what I expect to make, because I did last year. SEE, HERE IS THE PROOF.
People do this all the time.
I’VE MOVED ACROSS THE COUNTRY TWICE, IT WILL ALL BE FUCKING OKAY.
But this time, I’m getting a stuuuuudddddiooooooo! A room, an entire space, of my ooooowwwwwnnnn!
Yesterday my lil’sis said that having a kid made her wrinkly. I think she looks fab, but I asked why she thought that. THE TRAUMA OF CHILDBIRTH was what I assumed she meant, but she said it’s because she’s been sleep-deprived for 17 months.
I’m fairly opposed to the notion of choosing favorite bands, since there are so many great ones, but I wouldn’t feel guilty saying that Spoon was mine if someone pressured me hard enough.
There’s something about this band that really resonates with me, emotionally. My highs and lows and everything in between can usually be expressed by way of a Spoon song. (So it would follow, then, that any song sadder than the saddest Spoon song is probably too depressing for me to relate to, and any song happier than the happiest Spoon song is just way too happy.)
This song, especially, hits this unique combination of wistfulness and optimistic resolve that seems more emotionally legible to me than most songs. It’s technically a breakup song, I think, but it’s always seemed to me to be more about one of those big fights that you learn a lot from.
Spoon have also mastered the amazing trick of making almost all of their songs sound like rough, tossed-off demos that have been skillfully remixed and remastered. It’s the perfect measure of obsessive tweaking and polishing of raw, careless talent, getting the best of both worlds. I happen to love the way Britt Daniel rushes and mutters the last line of this song:
you know you’re the one and that hasn’t changed since you were nineteen and still in school waiting on a light on the corner by Sound Exchange
I’ll be in the back room drinking my half of the beer.
“Depression is crazy because it’s like living a mash up of Garfield and Groundhog Day, right? Because every day is the same day and they are all Mondays!”—Aly Jones @ Stork Club/Storking Comedy [Paraphrase] (via courtingcomedy)
When your muscles are so sore you can’t move the following day after like, working out really hard, are you still burning tons of calories? You must be right? Asking as I eat peanut butter cups while laying on the couch.