I've been at work for 20 minutes, and I already feel like punching someone.
Welcome back from Thanksgiving, everyone!
The dude's sister: I feel like this is my darkest hour, and do you know why?
The dude: Well, you're wearing a snuggie, so that can't help.
My first Thanksgiving away from home.
Me: Will you take pictures of everyone at dinner?
Mom: Oh, I'll be drinking.
I am thankful for the margarita I am about to drink during my ever-growing layover in Chicago...
But more importantly, I am thankful for the person who is drinking it with me.
Keep working out. It’s working.
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| — | Random man at the airport. Joke’s on you guy! I haven’t worked out in months! |
Roommate: I saw Kanye West's girlfriend walking down Houston this morning.
Me: Whoa! What was she wearing?
Roommate: Crazy sunglasses and a purple hoodie. And some sort of pant situation that I started to look at because it was interesting, and then realized who she was and stopped.
Me: I love it when pants can only be described as a "situation."
Carrie: She herself is a "situation."
I changed my flight for this?
Well.
I had a big deadline today. And I sent in a major part of what I needed to have finished before I left. And while I am literally running around the office trying to finish everything else by 2:30 pm, I receive the following response from the partner I’m working with:
“Thanks for all of your hard work! Don’t worry about anything else until next week. Enjoy a rest!”
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After I fainted, I realized that I now have 3 hours at the office with nothing to do. I think I will spend this time listening to the Hall & Oates Pandora station while making a centerpiece for Thanksgiving dinner out of binder clips and redwelds. Or getting a manicure. Either one.
I’ll tell you what I won’t be doing, though — getting started on all of the work I have to do between now and next Monday. Because that, my friends, would just be stupid.
The Washington Post will close its remaining U.S. bureaus in New York, Los Angeles and Chicago at the end of the year to save money and will focus news efforts on covering the nation’s capital.
This is really sad.
This sweater belonged to my grandmother. Then it belonged to my aunt. Then to my mother. And now, it belongs to me.
The cashmere isn’t the softest, the fit is a little outdated, and I know that someone with my complexion and hair color really isn’t supposed to wear red. But I wear it anyway, especially on days that I feel a little down. It makes me feel good. And isn’t that what fashion is really all about?
My friend Brian was on the subway with Hung, winner of Top Chef 3, this morning. This photo he snapped confirms my suspicions that Hung is, in fact, a very tiny man. We are still unclear as to the true extent of his knife skills and whether he is as obnoxious on real life as he is on TV.
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Bring It On Home to Me - Colin Meloy & Laura Gibson, originally by Sam Cooke
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Giant calves be damned! I just ordered these boots from J.Crew in extended calf (SIGH). If they don’t fit, then I’ll consider it a sign that boots are stupid and that I’m way too cool to wear them anyway. Hmph.
