Perhaps the biggest
Wake up, eat Frosted Flakes, watch an episode of SVU, snuggle some more.
Map out the day, put on my winter coat. I love that thing.
Meet up with Martha at New Wave, eat overpriced organic deliciousness, catch up on our weeks, chug a Cubano, rediscover my love for JSTOR.
On the way home, see a biker dropping off some books at the Logan Square Book Exchange Box. Yet another thing that I love.
Continue my walk home with a huge smile on my face.
My favorite dude and what quickly became one of my favorite paintings after President Obama showed us the original in the West Wing and made us cry with the explanation of it.
This photograph is too good.
Just cranked out an end of semester paper with five minutes to spare.
Still got it in me!
Now if I could just drink tequila like I did in college.
Went to breakfast this morning with Danny and Amanda.
When the waiter came with the bill, I told him to put it all on my card. Then out of this horrible habit I have when I do something nice for someone, I turned around and said “Happy Birthday!” to Danny and Amanda.
The waiter came back 5 minutes later with a huge piece of flan— “I heard it was somebody’s birthday!”
We told him it was no one’s birthday, and that I tend to misuse my words, but he had made our day nonetheless.
I just love people sometimes.
Last night at a house party I met some guys that wholeheartedly agreed that Parque Tayrona is the happiest place on earth and that the lady at the Farmer’s Market taco stand has the legs of a teen and the face of a 40 year old.
I love Logan Square.
Last night at Boiler Room.
Our waiter was checking our IDs, then when he got to mine said “Pembroke Pines?! Blegh! Broward County.” He later came back around and said “It’s okay, I’m from Hialeah so it’s worse.” Since we were a ‘table full of Floridians” he decided to give us a bunch of free Jameson shots and pear cider. We hugged it out before leaving and congratulated each other for getting the fuck out of the Sunshine State.
I love this city, but most importantly, I love Logan Square.
Danny says I am obsessed with American folk music because I was deprived of it for the first decade of my life. Whatever it is, I cannot get enough.
Working in a start-up school is so hard, but then you get to do things like help put together a list for $7,000 worth of books to make our library.
Today during our spring-is-finally-here picnic a kid’s soccer ball flew into our food and made some of our fruit go flying. Danny did not hesitate for one second — he calmly stood up, grabbed the ball and threw it into traffic. The teacher in me was mortified for a good ten minutes, then I had some more wine and laughed about it for the rest of the afternoon, I even agreed to take my swiss army into the ball if it hit us again.
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