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Apr. 2nd, 2009 01:35 pm* Yay spontaneous New Yorkian trips by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moominmolly and fennel! I haven't seen them since I moved to Portland, so yay! And yay for everything socially working out okay. (M and R and I went to lunch on our own, then R went to work and the four of the rest of us went for chocolate.)
* I left my ring at home like a doofus, and it was driving me mad, sorosefox pointed out I could buy a new ring for now, so I did. Simple metal ring on my right index finger, and suddenly this mental itch goes entirely away, hooray.
* I've been writing Yelp reviews. I like reviews, and so I want to contribute. I still get a bit anxy about what if I got it wrong - the perpetual tape running in the squirrel hive of my mind - but eh. Worse=worst, someone decides to upbraid me for not seeing the beauty and wonder that is $place, and I look at them funny for thinking that yelling at me is the way to get me to open my eyes.
* Relatedly, when I compare The Strand to Powell's, Powell's wins by a mile and a half, even leaving out employee comparisons. (Josh works in the warehouse, not in the store proper (to my knowledge), so this isn't a biased-by-my-boyfriend-omg thing.)
* My body fucking hates me and wants me to fucking suffer. Of this I am convinced.
* Mmm, coffee. Boo, insufficient coffee.
moominmolly and fennel! I haven't seen them since I moved to Portland, so yay! And yay for everything socially working out okay. (M and R and I went to lunch on our own, then R went to work and the four of the rest of us went for chocolate.)* I left my ring at home like a doofus, and it was driving me mad, so
rosefox pointed out I could buy a new ring for now, so I did. Simple metal ring on my right index finger, and suddenly this mental itch goes entirely away, hooray.* I've been writing Yelp reviews. I like reviews, and so I want to contribute. I still get a bit anxy about what if I got it wrong - the perpetual tape running in the squirrel hive of my mind - but eh. Worse=worst, someone decides to upbraid me for not seeing the beauty and wonder that is $place, and I look at them funny for thinking that yelling at me is the way to get me to open my eyes.
* Relatedly, when I compare The Strand to Powell's, Powell's wins by a mile and a half, even leaving out employee comparisons. (Josh works in the warehouse, not in the store proper (to my knowledge), so this isn't a biased-by-my-boyfriend-omg thing.)
* My body fucking hates me and wants me to fucking suffer. Of this I am convinced.
* Mmm, coffee. Boo, insufficient coffee.
