Tonight CW and I went to get cupcakes at a gourmet cupcake shop in the Hipsterville section of the city. I ate my feelings, and my feelings were chocolate.

Now I'm floating around my apartment tidying things- is there any greater fear than the fear you experience right before your first hang out (modern day speak for "date")?

Weird lady riding public transportation with us kept going to hold on to the pole, then letting go, and reaching for it again. She gave me a suspicious look, like it was HER pole, and how dare I hold on to it as well. Crazy paranoid urbanite.

She got off at the Harvard stop. 

Just sayin.

Last night Rhodes, Nantucket and I went to our favorite Thai restaurant.

Here is, verbatim, the post-dinner conversation between my two (semi-deaf) friends.

"Oh man, I'm so full."

"That's why you need an alpaca sweater."

I work at the admissions office. It seems appropriate, then, that I begin this blog with an admission:

I spike my coffee every morning.