first kiss

it's a quick and abrupt and shocking and wonderful thing. it's always out of the blue, even if you were waiting for it. it's breathtaking even when it's mediocre. it's unforgettable.


and i hate that it took NYC Prep to remind me of this.

is it possible for a 26 year old to experience this again? would we even want it if it were?


btw: mine technically was in junior high, but i don't count that one. the real one: freshman year of college. along railroad tracks late at night. a romantic walk, or the only option? i cried... yikes.

would we even want it if it were possible?

rule for life #22

even men love to receive flowers. there's nothing exclusively feminine about such a sweet gesture.

thank you.

life = paper clips

black babies and paper clips and traffic jams all make me want to become a scientologist.

i'm sure you'll feel the same after watching this little nugget of crazy.


...all kidding aside, i really would become a scientologist if they'd give me an adorable little black baby.

nothing left to say

my morning* smile

*day's

my morning smile

hat tip to the pep talker.

good things

on gloomy, cloudy yet sticky summer days like this, when i'm in a wretched mood the second i walk out my door and begin sweating, it helps to focus on the sunny side of life. to that end, i'm putting together a list of things i'm excited or happy about:

1. my dentist appointment this afternoon! wax on, wax off!

2. my girl Tay's themed birthday party tonight. still racking my brain to come up with a 90's outfit that i won't be too embarrassed to wear to a bar afterwards... suggestions?

3. debuting my new house at a little get-together with some out-of-town guests tomorrow.

4. losing 5 pounds in the past day due to some loco stomach bug. suh-weeeet!

5. the A/C in my office has been out of control this week. on wednesday the temp actually hit a frosty 58 degrees (one of the other attorneys left early because, he claimed, his nose was too cold). normally i'd whine about that, but considering the crazy weather outside, i was happy as a clam on ice with the office temp.

6. a new Hair Plan. i get so pumped for my Hair Plans, but sometimes i go months in between good ideas. like writer's block for a stylist, it's quite frustrating to just keep trimming with no real inspiration. cut grow cut grow. my blockage has cleared.

7. my closet. after a disastrous collapse, maintenance came to fix a shelf that must've been overly burdened. sometimes a mess is the perfect motivation to re-organize and re-think a space. now it's better than ever, and in less danger of burying atticus in a heap of fallen clothes.

8. gossip girl. see previous posts. i'm in deep.

9. oh, and last but certainly not least: it's friday! TBIF.

10. anything you'd like to add?

xoxo

because i love you. and not in the way you love some guy who picks up your lit. paper, or some girl who likes your hair... i love you.

getting carried away by GG on DVD. ugh.

the little things

new favorite thing in life:

having a washer and dryer in my apartment.

can never go back.

tough call

rule for life #855

when you have an upsetting conversation and your plans and hopes are shattered, don't sweat it. this isn't the first time it has happened, and every time it does it gets easier.

before long, you won't even care.

look what happens

Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, "You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

-hafiz.

*swoon*

makin' whoopie

when i was a little boy growing up in amishville, USA, one of my favorite things in the world was the delicious and rich little treat called the whoopie pie.
a whoopie pie, as it's called in central PA, is more or less two tiny chocolate cakes oreo'd together by the richest and creamiest frosting you've ever tasted. used to be made with lard. i hope we've found a substitute by now, though.

occasionally we'd buy them from an amish produce 'n pie stand (most often a rickety shack at the intersection of a dirt road and a well-traveled, paved one), but sometimes -- sometimes my mom and my aunts would get together and make boxes and boxes to give to family and friends. we'd freeze several dozen to enjoy in the coming weeks. it was quite a production.

i remember it seeming like the entire kitchen would be covered in chocolate and frosting -- sometimes even peanut butter frosting. i was in heaven. cut to me being 100 pounds overweight at age 26 and still salivating over these pictures alone. ugh. sugar is the devil.

at any rate, i was shocked to find out that my college friends had never heard of whoopie pies. same story here in philadelphia.

and so my goal for the month of july is to whip up a batch of these sinfully delicious cake-and-icing treats and share them with everyone i know (or at least the first 20 friends and co-workers i see).

but first i have to get my ma's recipe.

and then i have to ask shaunice to do all the mixing and baking. i'll plop the frosting and wash the dishes, but not the baking. oh, no. not again...


UPDATE: shaunice promptly waltzed into my office and offered her baking services. obvi. i live with suzie homemaker.

abe says...

I'm not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already.

I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

i hear that

I want the kind of girl I bring flowers & a six pack of beer to.

-a quote from my straightbloggercrush, Delbert Shoopman.

and i concur.

except change "girl" to "guy" and "six pack of beer" to "box of wine." how romantic.