na zdrowie has moved.
bye bye!
stand in the shadows of street signs
invite the whole world to drunk bingo and the whole world will show up: david and maria and vanessa and ben and peter and ryan and julie and kyle.
i won on the first round and selected as my prize this fine dish scrubber, hoping to curry favor with my roommates.
‘hey LADY,’ said clare, the bingo-caller who recognized me from the 500 club and proferred a free drink ticket, which i stupidly spent on the cheapest of vietnamese beers.
apologies, gentle readers: it is too hot in san francisco to wear a bra.
some days, when i see that my assistant has blocked off time for lunch and coded it in orange (meaning that no one is allowed to change it), i am so happy i want to cry.
on sunday, i have plans to get drinks with my friend kate, whom i have not seen in a month. i miss her.
catching up with a friend?
not sad.
realizing that the person i haven’t seen in a month shares an apartment with me?
SAD.
when baristas love you strange orange drinks arrive unbidden
the uncontacted amazon tribe photographed in may; the brazilian government has been tracking at least 5 uncontacted tribes for the last 20 years
Meeting to talk web strategy with the marketing board of La C; scarfed a taco beforehand.
“At a party, I met this amazing girl, then she said I was full of myself,” Caleb reported. “I didn’t even talk to her! Sure I can be condescending in conversation, but from across the room?”
