romantic zebra

Eh... EHHHHHHHH.

On Wednesday, I posted this on "missed connections" over at the good ole' Portland CraigsList:

where: coffee bar at 20th and division new seasons, about 10 this morning.

you: tall guy in a light colored tee shirt behind the counter. i asked you for a bigger cup and you got flustered because you work for the coffee company (stumptown i guess) and not new seasons.

me: brunette, bright green zip up hoodie. i would have talked to you more, because you're unbelievably cute, but i didn't have any makeup on (the horror) and i hadn't had my (big) cup of coffee yet. eek!

we made eye contact as i was leaving. you're really cute. please see this and email me so that we can go out for drinks. i promise to be wearing makeup and properly caffeinated.

Late last night, I received this email:

was that coffee guy a redhead?

Obvs, I left out this crucial detail in order to verify or disprove any responses I might get. I replied, emphatically:

TOTALLY WAS.

This evening... this:

he's married.

Well. Alright. Pfft.

Ifgasm

Me: "Okay, so I can't find my vibrator. Not that I'm looking for it right now. But I can't effing find it. I had to use my hand the other day. It is 2008. We are past that."
Isaac: "You should read the DailyKos coverage of Sarah Palin. It is super orgasmic."
(later)
Me: "I am watching Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader."
Isaac: "That the least orgasm-inducing show on TV."
Me: "I know. What's the opposite of an orgasm?"
Isaac: "Ifgasm?"

New and Improved: John Kerry Kills it at the DNC

Erica Bueller's Day Off

    Wow. It's my day off.  
    Plans include: going to New Seasons, cleaning my room, writing, and finishing A Home At The End Of The World because it's really about time. I already went to New Seasons (cottage cheese and Taylor Gold pears, delicious, thanks Jon!) and my suspicion is that, as always, I will distract myself through my day and not really get much accomplished and the fact that I'm even blogging should be a fucking clue as to how committed I am to really achieving my goals.

Curb Attack

    So last Thursday I was having a fantastic day. I was going to spend my morning at the Lit Arts office, had lunch plans with a friend, would spend my afternoon blogging about my birthday andanswering a million emails, then looked forward to seeing a friend for a movie. Everything was going great. I was having a good hair day and my outfit was on point.
    I went to Lit Arts and had a lovely time with the new intern (they call me "Senior Intern" now), arranging the pieces for the student anthology. I felt light and happy. I left a little before 1 o'clock, and biked downtown. I was on Yamhill, coming down to 5th, when I decided to turn left, and angled myself to cross the MAX rails ... diagonally ... which was stupid ... because I have slim little city bike tires ... the kind that fit easily into things like, oh, y'know, MAX rails.

OMG Protein

    I am poor. When I open my wallet, little flies flutter out. Actually, that's a lie. I don't open my wallet anymore. Because there isn't anything in there.
    So, things I've eaten in the past 48 hours: a cheese and mushroom quesadilla (homemade, mostly tortilla), a freeze pop (the kind that come liquid-style in the long plastic thing), rice with chicken broth (three-ish times or so), half a red velvet cupcake (thanks, Lit Arts staff!*), and oh yes, another quesadilla (which, because I had no more mushrooms and approximately three shreds of cheese left, was basically a toasted tortilla). Please notice the absence of fruit, vegetables, or protein.
    This kind of PovertyDiet really wipes you out. I had to ride my bike into town twice today, and biking twelve miles on approximately four calories is unbelievably tiring.
    So tonight , as a prize for getting through my shift at Stupid Restaurant, I splurged and spent Two Whole Dollars on ginger chicken with broccoli.

    It. Was. Glorious.

    I got full pretty fast, but kept eating the little bits of broccoli, because who  knows when I'll see vegetables again.
    Maybe tomorrow I'll go really crazy and buy myself a bunch of bananas. OMG Potassium!!

Adventures in Blogging

I am desperate started a new project!

http://bemybirthdaydinnerdate.blogspot.com

Artist Plug: Chris Plummer

    At home in State College, it's Arts Fest time. Favorite artist this year, Chris Plummer.

Liveblogging Powell's

1.55 PM

Hi internet! Because you are smart, you already know from the title that I'm at Powell's, it's 1.55 PM (ohp, 1.56!), and I'm bloggyblogging. Because I can. Oh Jesus, a really hot guy just walked past the window. This is going great already. Okay, so focus, Erica, focus. I was at the Lit Arts office this morning, have a meeting there are 3.30 (with the wonderful John Morrison, please for you to buy his book), and then working at Stupid Restaurant at 4.30, so I've got a little time to kill and aren't you fascinated by the details of my day? Buckle your seatbelts cause this is going to be awesome.

I'm Too Busy To Be Awesome

    Look, I know my blog looks like shit. I know there are no cute pictures of me, no links to cool things I'm reading or listening to (admit it, you care). I will work on it more when I'm not insanely popular and mega-busy.
    Some things that have been keeping me too occupied to be an attentive blogger:

• I moved! I've been sharing a studio for the last four months (sharing. a. studio.). Now I have a room, with a door, and two stories, and new granite countertops in the kitchen, and I live in southeast now, so I'm legit.
• Seeing Britt Daniel in real life. I went to the Constantines show at the Doug Fir on Monday, and when I turned around to tell my friend that I didn't feel like hanging for the encore, I SAW HIM. And I was a little drunk (surprise!) and he looked amazing and all my insides turned into a slosh of mush that crackled like soggy Rice Krispies and I went deaf with excitement. Next time, maybe I'll, y'know, say something.
• Having out of town guests! My friend Drew, who I've known since I was 19, came to visit Portland this week. He likes me, so he bought me a bike. It's being built right now (maybe even RIGHT right now) and will be ready on Monday. So I'm super legit.
• Waiting on douchebags in the Pearl, waiting for buses, breaking things, spilling beer, and sometimes sleeping.

    So now you're up to date. I think my computer has a virus. Because it's slutty.