After we went to his parents’ Thanksgiving (truffle oil and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce, life-well-spent turkey, chocolate bourban pecan pie, chestnut stuffing) we went to my friend Jourdan’s potluck Friendsgiving (three different kinds of cranberry sauce/relish alone), and around 9pm we reluctantly stood to leave her warm, sweet-spiced kitchen for some far [...]
It’s never how you think it’s going to be.
Todd’s going to help me upload this 1GB site elsewhere: but to do that, I need to redirect my nameservers, which in layman’s terms means: it will look like this website does not exist. But secretly, it does! Tricked!
See you in a couple of days.
As soon as I get this blog properly relocated to its new server: two pianos are burned in the middle of the woods, break-up life lesson #4, and how weird it is that we occasionally are allowed to touch one another.
All my life I’ve wanted a porch; but I’ll happily settle for a window I can crawl out of.
Secret office
For other visual reasons I love property and possessions, see also: my fancy pencil.