| With a long E, as in Evil ( @ 2007-07-06 15:57:00 |
| Entry tags: | i hate the word "pics" |
My recent life in pictures and videos:

The morning before I left to watch Kamran walk through his Ph.D. ceremony at Princeton–even though he actually got his degree, like, a year ago, graduation itself wasn't until this summer–I asked my roommate, "You know that I'm going to Princeton for two days, right?", and he said, "Nooooo." I said, "Yeah, Kamran's family got us a hotel room, so I'll be there overnight." He said, "Everything in your life is so dramatic. Normal people go to graduation; you go to Princeton for two days to meet your boyfriend's parents."

For the past two summers, I've been swearing that I'm going to spend every evening eating outside. And then I won't do it a single time. This summer, it's been outdoor eating like whoa thanks to my very generous boy.

My ex-boyfriend-who-made-it-possible-for-me-t

this guy stuck his butt in my face,

and I questioned my sexuality because of this woman.
Meredith sang Ace of Base on the Coney Island beach, and when a wave crashed against her legs and soaked through her shoes, a guy next to us said, "Serves you right for singing." So she sang some more to spite him.
My favourite co-worker left my company for a higher paying job and free rent in Connecticut, but we'll always have the memories.

Kamran and I went to dinner in Little Italy for the first time together and shared a gigantic plate of MEAT. I'm talkin' chicken, sausage, AND filet mignon. For a girl who hasn't eaten anything but fowl since 1998, this was a big deal.

This is maybe the worst picture ever taken of me in life, but I love how clearly it expresses my feelings about that meat.

It's lychee season in Chinatown, which makes for plenty of lickin'

and suckin'.

My roommate and I bought the best new (old) chair ever in a thrift that Kamran and I discovered in our neighborhood. The sign outside read Junk Store, but it showed up on my credit card as Useful Things. Irony makes me happy.

I ended a month and a half of not eating sugar by going to Serendipity with Kamran and consuming more than half of a sundae comprised of chocolate blackout cake, vanilla ice cream, peanut butter sauce, 20 litres of hot fudge, whipped cream, and chocolate shavings. I reasoned that it was our nation's birth. And then we went back to his apartment to watch the grand finale of the fireworks, which were exploding literally right behind his building.

And then four point five million people came streaming off FDR Drive as we watched from the bridge over 42nd Street.
This is why I have no time to write.