squawk squawk

ever since this incident, i've had several people independently tell me that i could be a voice actor. do i talk like a freak? you can just tell me if i do.

red?

if not business formal, this hair, on my head? thoughts?

digital delivery from mrs. tuckersman

after writing 65+ e-mails today, this is a godsend

not a stalker

not long ago, mrs. tuckersman spotted kimunko on the mean streets of new york! here's the creepy and wonderful paparazzi shot she sent me: 













in case some of you don't remember why this is a Really Big Deal, here's a reminder of why she is the bestest:

dramatic furniture

i wouldn't mind

happy fourth

wow so embarrassing. HR just sent out an e-mail saying that they've decided to close the office for most of the week of Fourth of July and i got so excited so fast that i started to cry. 

carroll avenue

Let me tell you about last week.

On Wednesday I had one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten. Candy and I had drinks at Big Bar prior to dining at The Alcove. I had the Chaton de Mer, a precious looking cocktail with St. Germain and Sailor Jerry's and some other nonsense. It may have tasted a little soapy but I can't remember anymore. The memorable part was the Pig Dates a Goat, which were dates, stuffed with goat cheese and wrapped in bacon and skewered on little toothpicks. I don't enjoy eating dates alone because they're so sweet, but I would enjoy them sweet and savory, stuffed with soft warm goat cheese and wrapped in crispetty bacon, all day long.

On Thursday I dined with Mr. Thum, The Eternal Bachelor, and associated pals at a truly hole-in-the-wall Filipino Barbecue restaurant on Temple, near the old secret speakeasy that used to serve alcohol into the wee morning hours until it became the worst-kept secret in town and was shut down. After stuffing ourselves with coconut beef and sausages and sugar-crusted cornbread we walked to a beer place, half bar, half store, run by a friend of theirs. We walked the scenic route through a part of Angeleno Heights that I never knew existed. It's a historic district on Carroll Avenue, populated by a collection of august old Victorians manors from the eighteenth century. The streets were lit by antique, period-appropriate streetlamps. When we had wandered out of the neighborhood, the area became familiar and we had arrived on a raggedy stretch of Sunset Boulevard, lo and behold, across from The Short Stop, the mangy little bar that I have the most tenderest feelings for. But we didn't go to Short Stop, we went to the beer place, where we tasted every beer the taps had to offer.

in the day:

sandwich competition

found this in my class notes while studying for the final

glush underbrush

this is right up my ally. i need one, the way i need all precious things.

jenner eats everything

this week jenner ate my underwear and granola bars. these days i've been spending a lot of time with my housemates: the siblings Mr. and Miss Tomb and The Eternal Bachelor. one week ago we dined at a fancy French restaurant, Comme Ça, where we drank fancy cocktails that were savory, instead of sweet. i tried escargot for the first time. in the past i'd never been able to bring myself to eat it because when i think of snails i think of the way they stick their heads out of their shells and then slowly push out their eye stems, with their little eyes popping out at the very last. this time, however, i was very brave and i ate one, no problem, and it was okay, not really delicious. and then i ate another and mid-bite i was overwhelmed with revolted and had to suppress the sudden urge to heave. if you are what you eat, i am two reluctant snails. last night we stayed up past my bedtime drinking bloody marys and wine while the boys tinkered with recording impromptu and surprisingly good songs on an ipad.

opi after dark

these are just wonderful

i'm so fucking agitated i think i'm going to die