Tag Archives: vegetarian
I’m Armed and Dangerous. And I Have Falafel.
This is my gun. This thing is small, but don’t be fooled. This thing has erased nearly half of my fingerprints. We’ve been through thick and thin. First degree, second degree, and probable third degree burns, as well. I just … Continue reading
*Twirling* Like my new outfit?
I’d like to thank the academy- wait. No. Wrong speech. *clearing throat* I’d like to thank the incredible Kat of LowFatKat for designing this amazing new header for me- it’s the first day of summer and I wanted something light … Continue reading
I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want.
Oh, wait. I’ve already got it. Luckily, after a weekend of maiming myself, scalding myself and then subsequently poisoning myself and missing a bridesmaid dress fitting, there was nowhere to go but up this week. And so far, it’s been … Continue reading
Got Yoga?
It’s been a while since I last posted, but after my dad’s anniversary I was in a bit of a funk and needed a break to sort of figure out where I was going next. Do you ever feel like … Continue reading
Popeye, I am not.
First, to the person who found my blog by searching “Robert Downey Jr. Sexy” – you have excellent taste, but i’m wondering, what, exactly, you thought that searching for that specific phrase would turn up. Let me know. I’m going … Continue reading
The Return of Happiness.
Nicely played, Mr. Safran Foer. Nicely played. Your proposal in “Eating Animals” that we start considering eating dogs certainly got my attention. You’ve got me. I’ll keep reading, if only out of horror and the thought that maybe what’s to … Continue reading
The Yogi Within and Colorhungry Cinema
First, a quick word to my fellow Boston morning commuters before I get down to business (And my very first video!): When people are trying to get off the T and you happen to be standing in the door, GET … Continue reading
She’s ALIIIIIIVE!
Not only that, but i’m writing from beautiful Franconia, NH, where I am staying with my family at the vacation house. My grandparents had the house built 30 years ago in Mittersill, a village that is meant to mimic EXACTLY … Continue reading





