Verbatim quote from my boyfriend (I know it is verbatim because I wrote it down right after he said it): "You know why you're cool? Because since we've lived together, you've probably made over 300 meals, and not one of them has been meat loaf."
It's funny because it's true. I am cool. And I have never made any sort of non-bread product with the word "loaf" in the title.
Today is turning out nicely. I am going to bake an apple pie today I think. And Matt and I are making Russian food for supper. It promises to be fun. Plus I am going to finish my decidedly unacademic book before I dive back into W&P. Then there's Law and Order: SVU tonight. All new. I can't think of anything more deliciously titillating (please note that I am not being sarcastic).
I have determined due to recent desires, pleasures, and ideas that I am a very private homebody. If you're reading this, and you know me, you're probably thinking, "No shit, Morgan. It took you that long to figure this out?" It's true. I have tried all through my life to be more outwardly motivated, to get involved in various social and economic pursuits, only for them to be sadly unfulfilling and dangerously unexciting. I am beginning to realize that I am only at my best when I am here, surrounded by my books and my awesome collection of spices (seriously, you should see my spice rack--you would be jealous/think I am crazy). Having digital cable helps too. I don't think I am going to turn into one of those crazy eccentrics who never leave their apartments, but I have to say, sometimes it is tempting. But then I think of the fajita/margarita combo at Tequila Rose, and I put on my shoes and head out the door. Not even the best book could keep me from the divine goodness that is Mexican food.
Matt and I watched the Vote for Change concert on Sundance last night since we are trying to save money and didn't buy tickets. It was cool. What is it about Michael Stipe that I like so much? It's so weird. Tiny bald men should not excite me so much. Especially when they are fairly old and wear white suits. It's strange. And then there's Dave Matthews, whose voice is like Dimetapp and whose dancing is like straight cocaine. Another man who exerts strange powers over me, despite musical ability or current tastes.
Well, that's it for now. I recently came across a hugely long survey that I might indulge myself with later. But then again, I might not. My sweet tooth is calling, so I better get into the kitchen and whip up something. Have a good un!
It's funny because it's true. I am cool. And I have never made any sort of non-bread product with the word "loaf" in the title.
Today is turning out nicely. I am going to bake an apple pie today I think. And Matt and I are making Russian food for supper. It promises to be fun. Plus I am going to finish my decidedly unacademic book before I dive back into W&P. Then there's Law and Order: SVU tonight. All new. I can't think of anything more deliciously titillating (please note that I am not being sarcastic).
I have determined due to recent desires, pleasures, and ideas that I am a very private homebody. If you're reading this, and you know me, you're probably thinking, "No shit, Morgan. It took you that long to figure this out?" It's true. I have tried all through my life to be more outwardly motivated, to get involved in various social and economic pursuits, only for them to be sadly unfulfilling and dangerously unexciting. I am beginning to realize that I am only at my best when I am here, surrounded by my books and my awesome collection of spices (seriously, you should see my spice rack--you would be jealous/think I am crazy). Having digital cable helps too. I don't think I am going to turn into one of those crazy eccentrics who never leave their apartments, but I have to say, sometimes it is tempting. But then I think of the fajita/margarita combo at Tequila Rose, and I put on my shoes and head out the door. Not even the best book could keep me from the divine goodness that is Mexican food.
Matt and I watched the Vote for Change concert on Sundance last night since we are trying to save money and didn't buy tickets. It was cool. What is it about Michael Stipe that I like so much? It's so weird. Tiny bald men should not excite me so much. Especially when they are fairly old and wear white suits. It's strange. And then there's Dave Matthews, whose voice is like Dimetapp and whose dancing is like straight cocaine. Another man who exerts strange powers over me, despite musical ability or current tastes.
Well, that's it for now. I recently came across a hugely long survey that I might indulge myself with later. But then again, I might not. My sweet tooth is calling, so I better get into the kitchen and whip up something. Have a good un!
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