Happy St. Patty’s, you lace curtain motherfuckers.
My only frame of reference for Irish culture, is The Depaaahted, y’all.
the departed is technically porn, right?
definitively. also, my own reference for irish culture is my dad announcing each year that we’re protestants, and so we’re not wearing green. we’re wearing orange.
i am, i realize, wearing the only green thing i brought with me on break - alex’s usmc sweatshirt - and i’m pretty positive that DOESN’T count.


rock the to-do list.
Educated, Professional Women More Likely to Drink Heavily « Women and Substance Abuse
ahem.
“high functioning alcoholic,” thanks.
Honey, Don’t Bother Mommy. I’m Too Busy With My Blog and Building My Brand. - NYTimes.com
“i’m still angry at mommy bloggers because i’m a Real Journalist and nobody reads my blog”
@rosieloveswords
break? break? oh yes, break. yesterday i actually read a book all day. the guy at the archives in dc ended up scanning everything to me… so i actually HAVE been breaking!
also, am totally about to knock out the 8-miler.
will have to spend some time in a bathtub after, simply because I Am Not A Runner, but we’re also playing tennis later, so hopefully i won’t cramp up too bad.
how’s your non-break?!?
puppy explores between (ridiculously adorable) sneezes (that i will try to capture on video)
meth:
Domingo Pianezzi rides a wave with his alpaca Pisco at San Bartolo beach, Peru. Photo: REUTERS/Pilar Olivares [read more at telegraph uk]
Yep, it’s a surfing alpaca
Day over. I’m going home. We’ll try this whole internet thing again tomorrow.
Alpaca on a surfboard out of fuckin’ nowhere?
now i want a surfer-cool-ness AND an alpaca.
my little brother danny was born about this time 20 years ago. we snuck chinese food into the hospital and ate pot stickers in his honor. several years ago, when i still thought he was a bratty little kid and i knew absolutely everything there was to know, he asked me when i’d finally treat him as an equal. i gave him the best answer i could: when he finally was one.
happy birthday, little danny. you’re far past an equal at this point; you’re a dear friend, a wonderful brother, and someone i greatly admire. even if you did torture me for years and cry whenever i left the house and run around half-naked in a homemade loin cloth reenacting scenes from pocohantas in front of my oh-so-cool friends. and then the whole making me show up as princess leia to your birthday party when you were nine. people saw me in public like that. and then there was that year where all you’d eat was olives. and when you learned all of hiawatha by heart and recited it to anyone who’d listen. you’re a trip and a half, and i love you to pieces.
xx
your big sister