archives for Thursday 22 March 2007
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Thursday 22 March 2007 | I like a cookie
Simon Rich’s brilliantly conceived bit in the NYer, the one that had Mandarin and I choking with hilarity last night. Aw, forget it, I’m jacking it:
A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table.
MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy.
DAD: O.K.
GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me […]
white-chocolate almond-milk
matcha latté
Thursday 22 March 2007 | I like a cookie
[NB before you start reading this that for reasons of a relapse into hypergraphic melancholia, it’s a fucking uncontrollably long post.]
The cat woke me at 5:30 am, with urgent feline kissing and mrrrting. I shut her out of the bedroom and tried to go back to sleep, to no avail. The tiny weevils had already […]
