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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.

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.

Salad? Fucking Salad?

    Today it is eleventy billion degrees in Portland. I walked home from work at about 4 PM in flip-flops. As I waited to cross 16th, I felt the tops of my feet starting to burn. I had been outside for approximately six minutes.
    Now I'm eating a salad and yogurt because it's too fucking hot to eat anything else.
    Okay, so maybe it should be this hot all the time. I'd look awesome.

Update:

It's so fucking hot that my computer can't handle streaming video of The Daily Show without overheating and turning off.

Theivery

   Yesterday I accidentally stole a pair of sunglasses. I was in the bowels of hell (also known as "Forever21"), and absentmindedly put them on top of my head while I grabbed at pink-and-black scarves and white embroidered tube tops and green kitschy wallets.
     Kait texted me at the just the right moment, scolding me for shopping without her and reminding me that I should get the fuck out while I still had a chance.
    I realized they were still on my head right after I left. Hello new blue aviators! Whatevs. It was bright out anyway.