January 2012
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puppy bowl starting lineup →
myheartgoespitterpatter:
my money’s on tattoo for most valuable puppy. he looks a little crazy.
I’m going with Leroy Brown!
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Alert! WKCR is doing an Etta James tribute on...
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Joseph Alberto Santiago
If our next dog is a boy, that will be his name. We’ll call him Joey.
(Anyone who gets this without Google is my new BFF.)
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You — TV on the Radio
I could listen to...
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The plan
I’m getting into my pajamas now and I’m not leaving this apartment for at least 24 hours.
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Today I added exercise to my better sleep regimen. I think the small steps I’m taking are working. I still wake up around 3 but I seem to have an easier time falling back asleep and those extra couple of hours make a huge difference. I’m definitely less zombie-like in the mornings. One day last week I even slept through the whole night. I don’t remember the last time that...
Is it possible to become addicted to meditation?
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When M left the apartment this afternoon, he said “I’m borrowing your black scarf.” I assumed he meant the plain unisex cashmere one, but I noticed that scarf is still here. Which means he went to watch football wearing a wool Laundry scarf with sequins on it.
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I’m really regretting that I agreed to sub in the bowling league tonight. It’s like 10 degrees outside AND I forgot about the Golden Globes.
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Finger Poppin’ —Horace Silver
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Pics or it didn't happen?
Rick and some friends threw a cocktail party last night in Brooklyn. He cooked for days and everything was fantastic- the people, the drinks, the view of Manhattan from the lovely apartment. It seems I was actually having a good time since I didn’t take a single photo. Sometimes it’s good to enjoy things in moment the instead of concentrating on how I can document them here.
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Holy freaking wind storm! I would not be surprised if our 120 year old windows blow right in.
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Out to Get You —James
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Some praise
So, I’ve spoken of my affinity for Brandon before. He’s one of the first friends I made on Tumblr and when we finally met IRL it really did feel like I’d found my long, lost baby brother. This week I had the good fortune to work with him on a personal video project for my boss. I had a feeling he was the man for the job and I tried to rein in my control freak tendencies and not...
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