There Will Be Blood.

I probably should have mentioned my intense fear of needles to the nurse at the bloodwork clinic. Maybe she would have been better prepared when I whimpered pitifully and passed out into her lap.

work FAIL

It doesn't get much sadder than being called into your supervisor's office and lectured for your "excessive" internet usage. Except when your supervisor pulls out a 20 page dossier, detailing all of the sites you visited in the past week and the lenghts of time you were on each one.

Trying to explain how www.fuckyeahryangosling.com was work related research, was much more difficult than I had anticipated.

The bitch is back

Dear god, it has been quite some time since I've taken to this blog to complain about my lumpy thighs and my awkward social interactions. A lovely friend reminded me of the abounding joy this blog brings to the countless people who read it. And by "countless" I mean "two". So lucky for both of you, I have decided to pull myself out of the depths of seasonal affect disorder and drone on and on about my endlessly fascinating life to no one in particular. And by "endlessly fascinating" I mean "wholly uneventful".

Lessons learned in the past few months:

too many nights curled up around a bottle of wine, listening to Catpower does not mend your broken heart. But Emerald Butter Toffee Walnuts ease the pain immensely.

spontaneous dancing in empty areas livens up the work day.

I am fantastically pale

it's best not to give your two year old niece too many hugs- she might accuse you of being a "spider monkey" at which point you will marvel at her advanced vocabulary while reaching for the aforementioned wine and Catpower combo.

it is next to impossible to find a decent pair of red stillettos.

being called "darlin" and "gorgeous" by a swaggering rock and roller is not a bad way to spend a Valentine's day.

chocolate and peanut butter, in any combination, is DELICIOUS

some vampires sparkle like diamonds

Target is my god now

horizontal stripes and wrap skirts are no friends of mine

Christian Bale is really ANGRY

flirting with boys is much more effective when you don't roll your eyes and make the "wind it up" motion with your finger

Having lovely friends, in town and out, pulls you out of your sads. And to them I will be eternally grateful.

Welcome Back Kotter

It's been far too long since I've tended to this little blog of mine. I imagine the meager audience of readers I had has all but diminished in my months long absence.

The truth of the matter is that I've spent most of the summer either hunched over my computer editing a documentary or escaping the suffocating confines of St. Louis for greener pastures, via guerilla weekend vacations.

I've been to Paris, London, New York, Los Angeles, Burlington-Kentucky and in a few weeks Washington D.C.
Being confined to a tiny office for 10 to 12 hours at a time can drive you a bit wonky. And since I've spent my money on nothing else, like having a life, I had plenty to make my clandestine trips.

Summer is winding to a close now and I while I don't have much of a suntan to speak of, I do have a rapidly expanding collection of plane ticket stubs and a memory card full of travel photos.

And it seems all my hard work editing has finally paid off. The documentary was accepted into the St. Louis Film Festival today.
I'm sure I will not be able to see it on the big screen without being hyper-critical of any mistakes I made, I still feel a small sense of pride at accomplishing something that I dreamed about doing all through school.

Other than that I figured it was just about time for another list of things I'm obsessed with this week:

1. M&M's Premium Triple Chocolate candies:


You take your milk chocolate M&M's with their one-dimensional chocolate-ness. Me I need three fucking layers of milk, dark and white. Cause that's how I roll. Polished off a whole box and a bottle of champagne after a successful dinner party.

2. Duffy- Warwick Avenue

I wasn't so keen to jump on the Duffy bandwagon, mostly because I like my white, british soul singers to have debilitating heroin addictions (I'm looking in your direction Winehouse). But when I went to visit Melissa in London a few years back, her flat was right off of the Warwick Avenue tube stop and this makes me think of that trip. And it is sadly, very easy to relate to.
Duffy-Warwick Avenue

3. Boy A


Had a night to kill and didn't feel like paying money for a movie so I decided to cash in on my employee perks and see this movie at the Tivoli. I really, really liked it. It's more than a little depressing, but a great story and layered, complex characters. A nice balance to the explosion-car chase-summer movie season. One of the best movies I have seen this year.
Boy A

Trip number two of my summer world tour brought me to NYC for the weekend. I met up with Melissa, and her friend Lucas. After a slight miscalculation in subway stops which left me off in front of the Chelsea Hotel, I procured a taxi into Brooklyn and tried not to look too worried when the driver asked me how to get there. Lucas was cool enough to let us crash on his squeaky air mattress and periodically make fun of his hair. Some people are just awesome that way.


Having only one and a half days in town, I made the most of my trip. Mermaid parades were watched, lemon drop shots were consumed, boozy brunches attended, and many spontaneous, guerilla dance parties were held in the streets of Brooklyn. It was a whirlwind of super happy fantastic fun. But the good time couldn't last forever. With a heavy heart and teary eyes, I made my way back to JFK, where I would remain for the next seven hours as my flight was delayed over and over again due to inclement weather.


Being stranded at an American Airlines gate for the better part of a Sunday is not the hedonistic adventure one would imagine. And when the last chapter of my book had been read, I was forced to be creative in my ways to pass the time.

1. Ponder the bloated sense of entitlement displayed by the crusty middle-aged man who repeatedly cuts in front of me at the gate information desk.

2. Exchange snarky barbs with the crusty middle-aged man, when I point out that EVERYONE will miss their connecting flights and unleashing his vitriolic rantings onto the HELPFUL desk staff, won't make our plane fly through the TORNADO.

3. Read, re-read, and re-read an abandoned Us Weekly left on my seat. Apparently stars are just like us. They pump gas and pick up groceries. Difference is I'm not taking my groceries home to Jake Gyllenhaal.

4. Eat two bags of honey roasted cashews.

5. Unknowingly engage in a staring contest with the three year old boy sitting across from me. Lose miserably when I'm distracted by a man eating peanut butter cups.

6. Send a barage of bored text messages while fidgeting with my phone.
Number sent: 10 Responses: 1

7. Fall asleep on my suitcase; dream of taking groceries home to Jake Gyllenhaal.

La Vie en Angela

I can only imagine the agony I have put you all through by not posting on here for well over a month. Well my friends, rejoice and sing, for I have returned to you. After having spent the better part of the past four months hunched over my computer editing a documentary, I needed a slight break from the keyboard. So I sprinkled some holy water around my desk, broke free from the confines of my office/sunporch, and dragged my shrunken, sleep deprived body into the warm light of day.


To start, the lovely Tracy and I took a little sojourn to Paris and London where we ate an ungodly amount of cheese and chocolates and took countless pictures of winding streets and pretty buildings. While I didn't have a complete grasp on the French language, I had the important phrases down: "We would like two red wines", "Where is the bathroom" and "I'd like two nutella crepes please". Although my fears of being scoffed at by aloof Parisians were never fully realized, I will think twice before trying to pay for two pastries with a twenty euro bill,again.


Thankfully my grasp of the english language served me better in London, except for the half hour we spent trying to figure out what, exactly, a waistcoat was. Our heads swelled with pride as we mastered the Tube system then proceeded to look down our noses at other wide-eyed tourists who nervously fished their maps from their fanny packs and hesitantly exited the trains.

A complete travel blog is still to come, but for now....a few lessons learned:

1. Never sit under the Eiffel Tower with an open map. It's a neon invitation for sleezy Parisian bikers (in head to toe leather)to attempt to seduce you with offers of directions while placing their hand uncomfortably high on your thigh.

2. Always order the banana nutella crepe with creme- it is truly the food of the gods

3. The byzantine staircase leading up to the Sacre Coeur is well worth the exhausting effort- Montmarte from the top is beautiful

4. Westminster Abbey chocolate bars will not save your soul from eternal hellfire and damnation.

5. Walking around downtown London repeating the phrase "look kids it's Big Ben...Parliment" will never stop being funny..


6. If you lose your way, always follow the large groups of Asian tourists with cameras, chances are they will be hitting a landmark at some point.

7. Watching drunk Americans and drunk Brits play a woefully disorganized game of cricket is a pleasant way to spend a Saturday afternoon in Hyde Park.

Skynet has become self-aware

2:01 am

After six hours of editing, I just gave my computer the finger and called it a "god damn useless bastard". Clearly I have entered into a state of sleep-deprived dementia and it's time for me to call it a night.