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I downloaded a camera app for my phone and it’s a lot of fun. I took some pictures of Ross and Peter.

I walked home today and stopped for dinner at a Thai restaurant on 17th. I ended up being the last patron there, and had the meal to myself for almost the entire thing. I was so hungry and got pad thai with pork and homemade coconut ice cream with hot plantains wrapped in what was like egg or spring roll flaky dough, and it was all wonderful.

I love to walk home on nights when the weather feels crisp and I like to walk through different neighborhoods and see the houses, see inside at their lives, the colors they paint their walls, the little items they’ve acquired in their homes and how they arrange them, so much beauty and comfort in a home, I want a home. I want a house that is my own. I want that now, and I want to fill it with things that are good and solid and durable and represent skill and thoughtfulness. I want a foundation to build on. I want to fix up an old, open, airy home and make it beautiful. I want to do that with someone I love, what a fantastic project. And I want to go camping, spend lots of time outdoors and exploring and cooking at home. Learning to cook lots of things and eating in my house with my shoes off, relaxed, and take it all in.

In two months time I will be in…

Aw, I love this silly song…it always make me feel so nostalgic, even though I’ve never been to San Francisco and I wasn’t alive when it was out…but it makes me think of the 60s and how fascinating it must have been to be there, and it makes me think of my aunt Terrie with long blonde hair.


Berry season is coming. 🙂 I love berries. They are little orbs filled with life and health.

Homemade Chinese wontons at Ross and Peter’s (and my house now!)

With sticky rice!

Lightfield in his sweet, little coat that Jen made for him. He reminds me of a little, tiny Russian boyer in this coat.

Flag photo shoot at Ross’. A re-enactment of the famed flag photo from my senior pictures minus the beach scene and wind blown look.

I made “the best oatmeal raisin cookies in the world” for Brian. I found the recipe on google. Walnuts were in it.

A cute little cafe that sells gelato, tea, coffee, and pastries on 17th. It is inside a little house, and glowed yellow and blue as I walked home on Friday night.

Boxing match for Red Hot Rob Frankel! I had a lot of fun at Red and Jerry’s with Brian and the people he works with. Brian was taking photos as a member of the press.

Brian came over the other night and he brought me a present…Candyland!! I couldn’t believe it!


I am feeling really good about moving into Ross and Peter’s. My little den in the basement is going to be very cozy and I will fill it with candles and white Christmas lights. I want to get soft, red sheets and a big Indian-themed comforter and have it be totally soothing. I want to decorate the walls and burn incense, and the back room will be the zen room for watching movies or smoking or drinking tea or talking or making love. It too will be lit with little twinkling lights on strings. Spring is here. My birthday is soon. I have a new man in my life who is very special. I am going to SF in May with Ross, and things are generally going pretty well in life. I want to get some new projects underway though, and Ross and Peter will be excellent inspiration and motivation to do that. They are good role models. Camping and hiking season is coming soon, can’t wait!!!


I’m hot in my apartment.

I want to go outside. I’m going to as soon as I post this.

Two Abyssinians, Abigail and Matilda. Very sweet cats who live at Dr. C and Linda’s house, where Marta lives.

We went to Whole Foods and got steaks to make on the grill.

I loved this dress and hat. I suggested we wear dresses and big hats when we go to Jazz in the Park this summer.

Cute cupcakes at Whole Foods. I took a picture and the lady in bakery looked at me, and I said, “Sorry, I hope it’s not against the rules to take a picture.” And she says, “Nothing’s against the rules at Whole Foods.” Awesome.

Great song. I bought the album today. I can’t stop dancing to it.

I discovered Greek Pastries today at a little bakery up the street on Colfax:

They have so many different varieties, and they all have interesting names. A cute little Greek woman worked behind the counter and explained everything about the pastries to me in a thick accent. I got the baklava, what seemed like an enormous version of a Russian wedding cake, and at the lady’s request, a Napolean. They were scrumptous! And all three for only a little over $5. Mmm! I will be going back. They also sell Greek coffee, and I asked her what the difference was between that and regular coffee, and she said it was very strong, and my friend the night before had described it as “high octane”. Too bad I don’t drink coffee.

Today has been pretty super awesome so far. And tonight…beautiful moon, beautiful weather, beautiful night…and adventures to be had.


Post for 3.18.11 – Ides of March

Happy Birthday, Aunt Terrie

Ah, Love. It’s in the air.

Mozart Lounge and Aqua Lounge on Krameria between an Antiques shop and chiropractic office, near the cafe. Sounds interesting! Looks it too. I wonder if it’s a piano bar, or something cooler. Perhaps I will check it out sometime soon.

Breakfast at the Krameria Cafe. Blueberry scone and black Lipton tea. Revolutionary Road and a cheerful, if pensive disposition. I felt today was going to be a good day.

“…and the mornings, the lost yellow and blue mornings with their hot little cups of coffee, their fresh rolls, and their promise of everlasting life.”

A big old, pretty church on Adams that has been turned into condos apparently.

The Onion always makes me laugh. I have heard some people hating on the Onion more often than not when I bring it up, and that astounds me. It strikes me as one of those factors that is a good way to tell if someone is generally okay or not, “Do you or do you not enjoy the Onion?” “No, I try not to read it.” I feel like I wouldn’t be interested in anything further that person would have to say. Just saying.

Perigee moon tomorrow evening at sunset. Because the moon’s orbit is oval, there is a point where it is the closest to the Earth, known as its perigee. The farthest point is known as its apogee. It will be larger in the sky than usual. I will be watching for it.

Went to karaoke with Jess and Justin, and had a nice time. Did not sing, but it was certainly an experience. Thank goodness for friends.

Post for 3.16.11

The crowd of people outside the Bluebird to see Steel Panther, a Def Leppard tribute band, was priceless. Some really silly hair band outfits, lots of spandex, lots of neon, lots of leather, ripped t-shirts, high tops, big hair, wigs, some really hot women’s outfits too, and…assless chaps.

I didn’t go to the show, but got pizza at Fat Sully’s and played Yahtzee. Fat Sully’s is turning into my spot. Ha. Then to P.S. Lounge for some Stevie Wonder, a white Russian, a rose, and free shots from Pete.

Good night. 🙂

Can you find the princess in this picture?


Big lunch! I felt pretty sick at work today. I will not drink as much as I did last night, hopefully, ever again.

This is what it looks like when someone who doesn’t know how to use chopsticks tries to eat sushi with them anyway. A little soy sauce and sushi roll stew after the roll unraveled and fell apart after trying to be picked up too many times.

I am trying to embrace a positive life. I want to have tighter ties to my family members and my friends, and try to shake the negativity, the gloom, and not be self-absorbed, but to direct my energy outward and welcome brightness and light into my life. Change your thinking, change your destiny.


I went to see Simian Mobile Disco at the Bluebird.

I got drunk, drunker than I’ve been in a while. I saw some old friends, met some new ones. I had a good time, but I woke up feeling terrible. Abby, you have to figure out how to do this right.

I met two young men from Sleepy Hollow, I called them Bron and Ickabod because that is who they resembled, though Bron was less like Bron and Ickabod less like Ickabod. I liked them, they were nice people. Ickabod was very handsome.

Hello there,

3.13.11 – I don’t have a photo again for today. But, I will post one from old times for fun. Today was a nice day because it was sunny and kind of warm, and I applied to some more jobs, which was productive. I did P90x, I had pizza and beer for lunch at Fat Sully’s, I got my microdermal piercing removed, which was a bummer that it rejected, but good that I got it removed for so cheap before it got worse. I had a nice breakfast at Hooked on Colfax, read Revolutionary Road (which is really good, makes me want to see the movie with Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio). I wonder if they have it at Red Box, or maybe it’s too old now. I took a “nap” which was not really a nap because I didn’t sleep, I’ve just been taking an hour or so, or even several, and laying down in my bed, resting. It’s relaxing, and my kitties usually snuggle with me, which is sweet.

I know I have a lot to be grateful for. I know that I am 25, and I have a long life ahead of me. At the same time, life feels short, it feels fast. I find that when I think of how short life is, or about the hardships that we all will face throughout our lifetime, I want to have partner to share my time with, to make happy, to come home to, to work for so we can have a nice life and do fulfilling things. Life is a precious thing, and we don’t know how long we’re going to be here, so it’s important to be good to other people and be good to ourselves. Sometimes I am very filled with angst, ha, almost always I am filled with angst would be a more accurate statement. Is this normal? I don’t know, but I am also keenly aware of areas in which I can improve and what I need to do to live a more fulfilling life. I feel a bit powerless right now, in flux between different things, and it’s a bit uncomfortable.

I want to be happy. I am happy in the general sense, but the job thing and the companionship thing are the only areas I would change.

I think I am in need of a weekend trip to the mountains. I think it would absolutely do the trick to calm my nerves and press the reset button so to speak.

I have a feeling in my chest of hollowness. I have a feeling on the brink of tears. Why should I act strong and brave when I don’t always feel that way? Sometimes I wish for nothing more than for someone, some darling person to ride up on a white horse and rescue me from my own mind.

No one is going to rescue you. You need to be enough on your own. That’s the sort of thing I’ve always been told.

I want a hug and fun plans coming up. I want chocolate or ice cream and a new job that I LIKE. I want a vacation and a love to call my own. I want Leo to be here. I want red wine. I want to live in the mountains. I want to lead a simple life filled with good, simple, happy things. It will come….

Picture for the day is of me camping one very wet night in the Graveyard Fields in the Blueridge Mountains. It was terribly rainy and there was no dry wood, and it was cold, but we were determined to go anyway, and Gareth slaved away to build us the tiniest fire possible, but it was enough, and the wet wood caused a lot of smokiness. It was so pitch black, we could not see more than 2 feet away from us on either side. We got drunk on box wine. This is me pacing around the fire, on some kind of rant from the looks of it. I miss Asheville a lot. I am a very nostalgic person. I think now of that time in my life and it seems wonderful. I wish that I could go back. It seems that my curse is not being able to appreciate what I have before it’s gone, and then only can I see its tremendous value. It is a tragic thing to possess. How does one fix that?

Some other Asheville pictures:

The French Broad Chocolate Lounge, named after the French Broad River that flowed through the city. I used to get little cups of rich, thick, hot chocolate with cardamom and pistachio.

Here are some cute little figures I took a picture of in one of art galleries in town, there were so many, Asheville was all about art and culture. It was called “the Paris of the south”. I went to galleries a lot on the weekends when Gareth worked at the Bier Garden.

Here is the Fine Arts Cinema on Biltmore. I went here a lot too, they showed two new movies every two weeks, and I usually saw both of them. I almost always went to this theater alone, and I would take old time candy from the Mast General Store across the street or I would take in a good craft beer from the French Broad Food Co-op up the street.

Flowers on Chestnut Street on my usual walk home from downtown. The southern sun would get so hot. There were beautiful bed and breakfasts on this street and many professional offices. Most professional offices in the neighborhood were in big, beautiful old houses.

The Orange Peel was an awesome music venue, it reminded me the High Noon Saloon. I saw GWAR there…

Best burritos EVER!

Old Europe Bistro. When my mom came to visit in early November, we took her here right after the airport and we got cocktails. This is on Lexington, and the street is paved with cobblestones. I am going to explode with sentimentality and nostalgia right now. Oh my goodness, oh my goodness…what wonderful memories, why do they make me so sad?

Mellow Mushroom pizza, delicious! I came here on my lunch break from the BBB and would get a single slice of pepperoni and a soda, and it was about $3.00. The inside was painted really cool with psychadelic art, and all the workers were really chill.

Ahh, the Charlotte Street Pub. This was located just a stone’s throw from my apartment on Albemarle Road, named after the Albemarle Sound, which is on the east coast of the state. I remember many nights at this pub, but they allowed smoking here (one of the few spots in town) and it got unbearable sometimes. There was a really nice bartender named Connor.

Rosebud video! This, too, was very nearby my apartment, which was so perfect because I watched a lot of movies. They had the best selection and it was organized in the best way! There an older guy who owned it and worked there, and he always had his dog there too. I always called it Four Star by mistake, and only by the time we were moving back to Madison did I start calling it Rosebud.

Smokey’s! This was a gay bar downtown, near Mellow Mushroom actually. It was one of the first bars, if not the first, we ever went to in Asheville. Many bars in Asheville make you pay five dollars and get a membership card, or you can just sign in as a guest. I was a card-carrying member of Broadway’s, but not Smokey’s. I got so TRASHED at Broadway’s…we would come to Smokey’s sometimes to play pool, and I brought my mom here when she visited. There was a cool jazz club next door.

The Speakeasy. I loved this place. It was a punk rock venue in a bar located beneath the street. It was dark and grungy, and awesome and I had so many good times here. Saw that band Pussy Pirates here, and they were really cool.

Here I am at the Boiler Room, another little music venue on the other side of town. We were seeing a friend’s band play that night. It had, predictably, a gigantic old boiler in the center of the room, if I remember correctly. This place was located right by a night club called Scandals.


Irish Parade with Richard today. First scone and tea at City O’ City Bakery in Capitol Hill, my new favorite. Rooibos tea latte with soy milk (and usually whip cream, except they didn’t have any). Rooibos is a red tea from Africa, herbal, non-caffeinated, rich in antioxidants, delicious, perfect. I was drinking Earl Grey almost exclusively for a while, then Darjeeling, a super-caffeinated one called Arise, Irish Breakfast, English Breakfast, Assam, and now onto the Rooibos.

Look, it’s a green dog!

Gillian Welch is wonderful. Here’s the song “Back in Time” that she sings on her album, Soul Journey, where every song is good. If I ever sing karaoke, it will be Gillian Welch karaoke. Not all of the following are on Soul Journey, but these are some of my favorites.

“Not Afraid to Die”

“One Little Song”

“Look at Miss Ohio”

“Standing on the corner with a nickel or a dime
There use to be a rail car to take you down the line
Too much beer and whiskey to ever be employed
And when I got to Nashville, it was too much soldiers joy
Wasted on the wayside, wasted on the way
If I don’t go tomorrow, you know I’m gone today

Back baby, back in time
I wanna go back when you were mine
Back baby, back in time
I wanna go back when you were mine

Black highway all night ride
Watching the times fall away to the side
Clear channel way down low
Is comin’ in loud and my mind let go

Peaches in the summertime, apples in the fall
If I can’t have you all the time, I won’t have none at all
Oh, I wish I was in Frisco in a brand new pair of shoes
I’m sittin’ here in Nashville with Norman’s Nashville blues
So come all you good time rounders listenin’ to my sound
And then drink a round to Nashville for they tear it down

Back baby, back in time
I wanna go back when you were mine
Back baby, back in time
I wanna go back when you were mine
Hard weather, drivin’ slow
Buggies and the hats in town for the show
Oh darlin, the songs they played
All I got left of lovin’ me

Back baby, back in time
I wanna go back when you were mine
Back baby, back in time
I wanna go back when you were mine”

I am ready to move to the mountains. Let’s go. I move around a lot. Just looking for something that feels right, just right. I’m getting closer.


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