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2 pathogens detected Here I am! L.A. has been pretty good so far... I arrived on Tuesday at noon and drove straight to nana's house. The plan was that I would take care of her because mom was sick and couldn't come up (not contagious sick, just pain-sick). I stayed there Tuesday night, and woke up Wednesday sick. Like contagious sick. Blech. Deep cough, voice a goner, etc. Since nana con't be contaminated, I couldn't do much for her. So mom had dad driver her up to take care of nana. However, now that mom was there, we realized that if nana had a problem and had to be driven to the hospital, mom couldn't drive her (due to dizziness issues). So, nana hung out, mom did the cooking, and I did the driving!

Got home last night after fighting traffic (ventura to the valley took two hours!). Picked up my sister and we hung out for a long while, mostly laughing out butts off! Today, I am just hanging out until someone calls me!

Gravy- Looks like no pie will happen. Boo. But I didn't need to call your mom (if you know what I mean). Yay!
Jamie- I'll fix the contrast when I get home.Thanks for the comment!
Anne Glamore- I finally started reading Lemony Snicket!
Running 2ks- Disneyland is happining wednesday! Wahooey!
5 pathogens detected I decided to take advantage of my gainfully unemployed status and visit my family. Luckily for all you L.A. folks, that means that I will be in your area for 9 (thats right, 9) days! what I will do with myself, I have no idea. I don't think I have ever spent 9 consecutive days with my family, even when I was living at home! Some of the current plans include:

- Church for 2 Sundays (I heart my home church!)
- Disneyland and pie baking with my sister (she has season passes and goes like twice a month)
- staying with my nana (for at least two, but maybe more days)
- quality time with my dad
- hopefully, time with my brother

The rest of the time, I am open to suggestion! A.J., Drew, Amy, Bill, I want to hang out! I don't have my own transportation, or really any money, but I want to spend time with y'all! Call my cell (email me if you don't have it) and chizill with me.
1 pathogens detected Directions for the iTunes alphabetical shuffle: Go to your iTunes and hit shuffle. Go back to the playlist and sort alphabetically by song title, then select the first song and the nine following it and pop them into a post.

1. "Alice Childless" -Ben Folds
2. "Anthem" -Five Iron Frenzy
3."Come talk to me" -Peter Gabriel
4. "Country Girl" -James Iha
5. "Freedom" -Rage Against The Machine
6. "I am Mine" -Pearl Jam
7. "Man of God" -Audio Adrenaline
8. "Pressin' On" -Relient K
9. "Rock and Roll Creation" -Spinal Tap
10. "Sinking" -Jars of Clay

Wow, I think that's the first random mix iTunes has ever created that I actually might choose to listen to! Except Rage Against the Machine, probably. I have to be in a very specific mood to listen to them.
4 pathogens detected Tell me what you think! Is it readable? Interesting? What would you like to see? Let me know!
0 pathogens detected Seriously, can't you just publish the danged post already? Why do you insist on refreshing the page over and over again, just to tell me you aren't finished yet? And then never actually publishing the post, and choosing to erase it instead?

Sigh.
0 pathogens detected Check THIS bad boy out. Oh, yeah! All stem cell proponents, cheer with me! Hep Hep Huzzah!
2 pathogens detected I feel bored. restless. antsy. But I also feel guilty. adulterous. disloyal. ungrateful.

Blogger friends, am I doing the right thing?

It's true that I've had my Harry Potter template for 5 months. Matt and I (but especially Matt) put literally hours of work into it. It is colorful, unique, and fun.

But lately, I've been feeling that I want a more cohesive background. Maybe just one or two images. Less html hokey-pokey.

What do you guys think? What do you like about this template? What do you wish I would change? I am thinking of either a flowers theme or an ebola virus theme, but I am open to suggestions.

Also, I baked a roasted tomato pie today. In Matt's words, "Oh wow this is the Holy Crap best thing I have ever had." Yeah.
3 pathogens detected Alright, so I never get tagged for any of these memes, but since I have seen it everywhere (and I mean everywhere), I figure I'll give it a shot. Here are the first 5 idiosyncarasies I can think of:

1. I LOVE dirt. I have loved dirt ever since I was a little girl. I mean, I like playing in it, analyzing it, looking at it, farming it, driving over it, and smelling it. On our honeymoon to Morro Bay, We drive by all these farms and vineyards that had the most amazing soil. I tried to convince Matt to pull of the road and go roll in it, but he was unconvinced.

2. I used to speak like very typical Valley girl (I did, after all, grow up in The Valley). I said "like" All The Frickin Time. This changed when I worked for a horse trainer with a Master's in Speech Therapy. It drove her crazy, and she would stand in front of me when I spoke and count (on her fingers) every time I said "like." That, in turn, drove me crazy, so I stopped saying it.

3. As much as I love dirt, cleaning toilets, and sticking my hand up cow butts, I am really sicked out by a lot of household chores. Washing really gross dishes, cleaning the fridge, cleaning out the car, and taking out the trash make me gag. I get Matt to take out the trash, but alas! the dishes I must wash.

4. Every night, I sleep with earplugs. I am a very light sleeper, and my husband snores. As a result, I go through at least 15 pairs of earplugs a month. I am, however, quite good at putting them in! I never wore earplugs before I got married, but now I can't sleep without them even if I am not sleeping next to a freight train.

5. I am afraid of many things. Heights, bugs, enclosed spaces, pain, riptides, and the list goes on. Very few of these fears are the result of negative experiences. I have never fallen from a great height, never been caught in a riptide, never been buried alive, etc. It's strange, because a lot of people thing of me as tough, but I live my life very fearfully.
3 pathogens detected "You're entering a world of pain."

Name that movie! (No googling!)

Hint: It is the movie during which Matt and I realized we were in love.
1 pathogens detected Alright, it's not John Donne, but It's pretty stinkin' good.


"Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry"
by Stephen Dunn

Relax. This won't last long.
Or if it does, or if the lines
make you sleepy or bored,
give in to sleep, turn on
the T.V., deal the cards.
This poem is built to withstand
such things. Its feelings
cannot be hurt. They exist
somewhere in the poet,
and I am far away.
Pick it up anytime. Start it
in the middle if you wish.
It is as approachable as melodrama,
and can offer you violence
if it is violence you like. Look,
there's a man on a sidewalk;
the way his leg is quivering
he'll never be the same again.
This is your poem
and I know you're busy at the office
or the kids are into your last nerve.
Maybe it's sex you've always wanted.
Well, they lie together
like the party's unbuttoned coats,
slumped on the bed
waiting for drunken arms to move them.
I don't think you want me to go on;
everyone has his expectations, but this
is a poem for the entire family.
Right now, Budweiser
is dripping from a waterfall,
deodorants are hissing into armpits
of people you resemble,
and the two lovers are dressing now,
saying farewell.
I don't know what music this poem
can come up with, but clearly
it's needed. For it's apparent
they will never see each other again
and we need music for this
because there was never music when he or she
left you standing on the corner.
You see, I want this poem to be nicer
than life. I want you to look at it
when anxiety zigzags your stomach
and the last tranquilizer is gone
and you need someone to tell you
I'll be here when you want me
like the sound inside a shell.
The poem is saying that to you now.
But don't give anything for this poem.
It doesn't expect much. It will never say more
than listening can explain.
Just keep it in your attache case
or in your house. And if you're not asleep
by now, or bored beyond sense,
the poem wants you to laugh. Laugh at
yourself, laugh at this poem, at all poetry.
Come on:

Good. Now here's what poetry can do.

Imagine yourself a caterpillar.
There's an awful shrug and, suddenly,
You're beautiful for as long as you live.
4 pathogens detected I quit my job today. I think I'll find one where I don't feel sick thinking about leaving the lab.



Yay, unemployment! Anyone wanna give me some money?
6 pathogens detected to think that, once one had a degree and was working with highly educated and knowledgeable people, one would no longer experience the frustration and hurt of gender discrimination.

I know it is naïve to think that. Or at least, I do now.

Grrr...
1 pathogens detected Matt's guitar recital went great! He played great and evryone enjoyed themselves!

The food turned out awesome! It was enough for everyone and I got asked for the recipes!

My first day of work was really fun! I have my own lab coat WITH A NAME PATCH SEWED ON. Seriously, I am like a puppy wagging her tail when I think about it.

All in all, a great day!

I am exhausted and my feet hurt and I have a fever and I got food poisoning at work and I'm going to bed.
2 pathogens detected

Thanks, Mary(Gravy)! Thanks to you, I am a domestic goddess!

Sorry about me being frumpy, covered in flour, and unshowered. I promise that I usually look a little less hobo-tastic. And yes, that is an Emperor Kuzco pin I'm wearing!

(By the by, this was Double Spice Apple Pie, a recipe I made up on the spot, but for which I remember the proportions, so let me know if you want the recipe. If Crisco is vegan, then so is this pie!)
1 pathogens detected Yay!!! I am SO excited for this tonight. And me without a thing to wear!!! : )
2 pathogens detected "Jeni needs" (first ten, no edit)

Jeni needs to spend more time playing with LEGOs (ain't that the truth, especially the new Harry Potter set!)

Jeni needs Butt (sadly, I lost both buttock in an unfortunate bread machine accident)

Jeni needs help (oh, Lord, do I ever)

Jeni needs someone to pick up the judges from the airport (Judges?!?)

Jeni needs 3 (3 million bucks? 3 well-fitted pairs of jeans? 3 talented Irish Sporthorses?)

Jeni needs a break from time to time (don't we all?)

Jeni needs her eyeballs to be popped back in her head

Jeni needs an auto (well, we have been looking for a second car)

Jeni needs a large student desk (only if I decide to stop the couch blogging)

Jeni needs help with the TV (actually, we don't even own a TV, which is just fine with us, so no help is required)

Thank you, and goodnight.
3 pathogens detected I have been doing a whole lot of baking recently. I have been more successful than I have ever dreamed in so doing. I have only made one cake that really didn't work, and everything else has been great!
Today, however, I made several mistakes at once:
1. I tried to bake something I don't like to eat (pecan pie).
2. As I said, this was a pie, which I have never practiced or made before.
3. It was a sugar free recipe, a method with which I am unfamiliar.
4. Sugar substitute was Splenda, which I hate with a boiling passion.

So, I was making something I had never made before (pie), using a type of pie and a mode of cooking alteration I despise.

It said on the recipe to cover the edge of the crust with foil for the first 25 minutes. When I took the foil off, most of the crust and some of the filling came with. Then, when I took it out at final bake time, it had puffed up about an inch over the edge of the tin.

If anybody ever wants to show me how to not do everything wrong for pie, I will gladly drive (or fly) to your house to learn. Until then, I think I'll just stick with cookies, cake, brownies, bread, crisp, and muffins.
2 pathogens detected So, there has been this meme running around in Blogland. To do it, you type in "(your name) needs" in quotes. For me, it looks like "Jenevieve needs". I did it, and guess what it turned up?

NOTHING. "Jenevieve needs" matched nothing on the internet. "Jenevieve is" matched a few, but about 1/3 of those were in reference to my blog.

Yay! Nobody has my name!
6 pathogens detected Alright, it isn't that graphic, but if you don't want to know about the female doctoring needs of Jeni, please stop reading.

Even though I have had terrible bleeding and pain issues since I was in high school, I never saw an ob-gyn until freshman year of college. At that time, I determined through divination (and the admonishment of the 8 girls with whom I lived) that a 19 day heavy period was not, in fact, normal. So I went to this RN recommended through student health services, and I was appalled. She was cold, harsh, uncaring, and rushed. She did not believe me when I said I was not sexually active, saying "Oh, come on. You're 18! You don't have to lie to me." She determined through palpation that I had ovarian cysts "about the size of two oranges", but still insisted I have a transvaginal ultrasound to "make sure." Thanks for that. After all this, she gave me The Patch and told me to buck up.

That summer, I decided that the skin rashes caused by The Patch were causing unhappines in my life, so I looked for a doctor in L.A., where I was living. My sister recommended her ob-gyn through the difficult and complicated births of her two kids, as well as the cryoablation and emergency hysterectomy that followed. His name is Dr. Ian Taras, and I am not afraid to give it to you because he is a wonderful man. He treated me with nothing but kindness and patience, even taking the time to (gasp!) explain what he felt I should do and have done. I saw him several times, the last being right before getting married to Matt, when I asked for (and unembarassingly recieved) advice for a 21 year old virgin. I even emailed him a few times to ask about birth control and other issues, and he always responded promptly and kindly.

But, since moving up to Spokane, I have not had a gyno exam. Dr. taras finally told me he couldn't keep extending my b.c., since I had no immediate plans to go down to L.A. and it had been 15 months since my last exam. Boo.

I have seen two other female doctors here, and it has been the same as with that first terrible nurse.

So now I have to find a doctor in Spokane. Since living here, I have had many experience with doctors (pyloric gastroparesis, kidney infection, toothpick in foot), and almost all of them have been terrible (rudeness, misdiagnosis, tons of unneccesary tests, etc.). Needless to say, I am not all that excited about finding a doctor to look at my girly bits. This problem is compounded by the fact that all of the girls my age are in college, and therefore know nada about where to find a doctor here. I just don't feel comfortable asking one of the old ladies at my church (or, worse, one of my profs) where she goes to get her hoo-ha examined.

Any suggestions?

*Sorry for the spelling error. Something about my computer won't let Word open right now.
2 pathogens detected Alright, so as I was sitting here working on my recipe card box/ watching "Signs", I looked out our window and noticed tiny white specks floating through the air.

"What?" I asked myself confusedly, "We can't have snow yet..."

Not that we've never had snow in October here. We just have never had snow in October while it's 60 degrees outside.

But, I thought to myself, maybe it dropped 30 degrees since you went outside 2 hours ago. I went outside to investigate further.

Yep, that's what I thought. Instead of snow, we have about 21,500 tiny white flies hovering around our back porch and window.

Blech. Glad I didn't try to catch any snowflakes!
6 pathogens detected Here! Try this soup! It tastes very, very good. It is also very garlicky. If the strong taste and smell of garlic is not your idea of a good time, use less. This is adapted from a recipe out of "Williams-Sonoma Collection: Soup". Our supermarket didn't have leeks (?!?!?) so I used an onion instead. Also, white pepper is frickin expensive, so I used regular pepper. Who cares about black flecks, anyway?

Butternut Squash and Roasted Garlic Puree

1 large or 2 small butternut squash, about 4 lb total weight
20 cloves of garlic, peeled and with root end trimmed off
4 tablespoons olive oil
1/2-1 cup water
2 leeks (white and tender green parts), finely chopped
OR 1 medium yellow onion, diced
5 cups vegetable stock
salt and freshly ground (white or black) pepper
Chopped chives or fresh parsley

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cut squash in half along the length, remove seeds and fibers. Peel and cut into slices 1 inch thick.

Combine squash and garlic in roasting pan, toss with 2 tbsp olive oil. Pour in water so it covers the bottom of pan.

Roast, stirring occasionally, until squash and garlic are soft and golden, 50-60 minutes. Add more water if squash is scorching. Remove from oven and set aside.

While squash is roasting, in a heavy frying pan (trusty cast iron for me) over medium heat, warm remaining 2 tbsp olive oil. Saute leeks or onions until golden brown, 10-15 minutes. Set aside.

In a blender (I used a food processor), in batches, combine squash, garlic, leeks or onion, and 1 cup of stock. Puree until very smooth, 1 minute. When you notice that it still isn't "very smooth", it's okay to decide to have slightly chunky soup.

Transfer puree to a large saucepan. Stir in remaining 4 cups stock and bring to a simmer over medium heat. Season to taste with salt and pepper.

Ladle into bowls and garnish with chives or parsley and serve.

*Note: If there is anything un-vegan friendly, let me know! I think it tastes great, especially when you buy a fresh big butternut straight from the orchard!
2 pathogens detected Yes, I did start baking past my normal bedtime tonight. Here's what I made:
Banana Chocolate Bread

3 ripe bananas, smashed
1/3 cup melted butter
1 cup sugar
1 egg, beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking soda
Pinch of salt
3/4 bar Ghirardelli Semi-Sweet Baking Bar, chopped into smallish chunks
1 1/2 cup of flour

Preheat the oven to 350°F.
With a wooden spoon, mix butter into the mashed bananas in a large mixing bowl.
Mix in the sugar, egg, and vanilla.
Sprinkle the baking soda and salt over the mixture and mix in.
Stir in chocolate chunks
Add the flour last, mix.
Pour mixture into a buttered 9x5 inch loaf pan. Bake for 55-60 min.
Cool on a rack.
Remove from pan and slice to serve.
3 pathogens detected Here is the menu for family dinner night tomorrow:

Butternut Squash and Roasted Garlic Puree Soup

French Bread and Soft Goat Cheese

Chicken Breast a la Something

Peach-Huckleberry Pie a la mode

Mulled Spiced Cider and Nutella Hot Chocolate

Here's the problem: How to make the boneless breasts? I was first thinking chicken parmigiana, but Matt said no-go with squash and marinara sauce. Then I was thinking Chicken Tetrazzini, but Matt said no-go with non-cream soup and a cream chicken. At that point, I gave up. What do all you'uns think? Do either of those sound acceptable? If not, what does?
3 pathogens detected Stolen from Everybody.

Number of males (pets included) in this house: 2
Number of females (pets included) in this house: 2
Number of pets of uncertain gender: 2
Number of roasted asparagus spears I just ate: 19
Number of other foods I had for dinner: 0
Number of times I've wanted to puke since my last acetiminophen binge: 68
Number of times I've actually puked: 0
Number of pets we owned as a kid: 25-40
Number of places I lived in before 18: 5
Number of places I lived in between 8 and 18: 1
Number of places I've lived in since 18: 5
Number of those places that were dorms: 2
Number of cars I've owned: 5
Number of those cars sold to pay for horse's surgery: 1
Number of those cars that was not a Ford: 1
Number of times I've rejoiced over owning a Toyota: 3,956
Number of photographs we posess that sate from August-September 2004: 300
Number of those photos on the wall: 10
Number of times I've thought, "I need to put more pics up": 250
Number of steps I can take in crutches without a break: 22
Number of times I've told Matt I love him today: 3
Number of times I've told Matt he's handsome today: 5
Number of favors I've asked of Matt today: 17 (hmm... priorities?)
Number of cakes I baked for Matt's birthday: 1
Number of weeks before his birthday I baked it: 1.5
Number of male twins I have: 1
Number of sisters I have: 1/2 (but she's ALL sister to me)
Number of times my mom has been married: 4
Number of times my mom has been married to my dad: 2
Number of years Matt and I have been married: 1.1
Number of years mom and dad have been remarried: 1/2
Number of years my mom was alive before having my sister: 19
Number of years my sister was alive before having her 1st: 18
Number of times I've considered puking since beginning this: 2
Number of hours I've spent asleep since 9 a.m.: 4
Number of times I woke up last night: 8
Number of times I woke up due to foot pain: 8
Number of times that pain was at the surgery site: 1
Number of hours until I go back to sleep: 1

Yay!
2 pathogens detected

You Are Apple Cider

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold.

1 pathogens detected

Well, after the debacle on Wednesday with the doctor looking at my foot and sending me to the ultrasound and then charging me an office visit fee for looking, the ultrasound revealed that I did indeed have a toothpick still in my foot, which I had known for four days. On Thursday morning, they called to let me know I had to go back to the ultrasound place for a "marking" ultrasound. So I went back there, where the marking ultrasound turned out to be one in which the highly trained ultrasound tech marks the location of the toothpick WITH A SHARPIE. Ahem. Glad we're paying another 300 dollars for that. Anyway, we then traveled to the surgery suite later that day, where we were treated with nothing but pleasantness and competence, even after telling them about our lack of insurance.

No, really, they were wonderful! The nurse only took three tries for the I.V., when they usually take 6 or 7, especially since I had not drunk anything for 16 hours. Then, we just hung out until it was time for the surgery. Having never been under general anesthesia before and heard others' horror stories about it, I was pleasantly surprised that it went off without a hitch.

They successfully removed the offending toothpick; I woke up smoothly and without a trace of sore throat or nausea, rested the perfect amount of time, and went home for a brief sojourn. Then we shared nachos and ice cream at Applebee's for Matt's birthday. It seems strange that the surgery has been the easiest, least painful of everything that has happened since Sunday.

Then, of course, I woke up at 12:28 a.m. whimpering in pain as the local wore off. But hey! That's o.k.!

3 pathogens detected


That's right, the man is 25 today! He can now do all of the things adults do... He can join the military, smoke, drink, and....RENT CARS!!!

All kidding aside, happy birthday! Thank you for:
being my hus-man,
for cooking gourmet (and not-gourmet) foods,
for schlepping me around,
for giving The Best Hugs Ever,
for making a good "I'm grossed out" face,
for being silly,
for being serious,
for laughing at/with/near me,
for aaaiiicee creeeam, lieutenant dan,
for teaching me to drive stick,
for being so handsome,
for being the guitar-man,
for loving me even though weird things happen to me all the time,
for your bartending skilz,
for laughing at the same parts of "Big Lebowski" that I did,
for teasing me about country music,
for introducing me to Geggy Tah, James Iha, and They Might be Giants,
for "Bronty, bronty, bronty"
for watching "Babe" and "What Women Want" with me,
for discussing whether Mel Gibson or Harrison Ford is cuter,
for "all wheel tires",
for craving hot wings,
for teaching me html and css,
for doing all the hard work on my blog even after you taught me how,
for carrying my purse, buying tampons, and all the other manly things you do,
for being smarter than me, but telling me I'm smart,
for being almost as excited as me to window shop at Williams-Sonoma and Banana Republic,
for liking to stack a garden burger on top of a meat patty,
for being creative and clever, like the Forrest Baird Voodoo doll
for actually telling me whether or not my hair is ok,
and, most of all, for BELLY HUGS!!!
I love you, darling!
0 pathogens detected I don't feel like posting because I am way too nervous about the man who's going to slice into the tender bottom of my foot in 1.5 hours. So, here are some more Cake lyrics.

"No Phone"
No phone No phone
I just want to be alone today
No phone no phone
Ringing stinging
Jerking like a nervous bird
Rattling up against his cage
Calls to me thoughout the day
See the feathers fly
No phone No phone
I just want to be alone today
No phone No phone
No phone no phone
I just want to be alone today
Rhyming chiming got me working all the time
Gives me such a worried mind
Now I don't want to seem unkind
But man (it's such a crime)
No phone No phone
I just want to be alone today
No phone no phone
No phone No phone
I just want to be alone today
No phone no phone
Shaking quaking
Waking me when I'm asleep
Never lets me go too deep
Summons me with just one beep
The price we pay is steep
I've been on fire
And yet I've still stayed frozen
So deep in the night
My smooth contemplations will always be broken
My deepest concerns will stay buried and unspoken
No I don't have any change but here's a few subway tokens
No phone No phone
I just want to be alone today
No phone No phone

p.s. I was going to post "Carbon Monoxide", but I try to stay away from express cursing on my blog unles it's Ginsberg,
2 pathogens detected Here's me (in Lego form) drinking tea while standing on the banks of the Spokane River, ready for a day in the lab.

Thanks, Scrivenings!
1 pathogens detected So, I have this tendency to play this game with myself. It's called "I Don't Think I Can Get Any Dumber". To play, I just tell myself whenever I screw something up that "Hey, at least it wasn't like that one time where you..."

But yesterday, I won the game. My antics involved all of the winning components: cooking, a new recipe, a trip to the ER on a Sunday, and being lapsed on my health insurance. I am so frustrated with myself that I almost didn't post about it, even though I have spent the bulk of the last 24 hours laying on our (fabulous) couch.

Yesterday, I decided that I was going to try out a recipe for pumpkin bread in preparation for Matt's upcoming birthday. After going to the store for the rest of the ingredients, I went into the house, kicked of my shoes, and prepared to go into Full Housewife Mode. I set the ingredients on the counter, and spun gracefully around to preheat the oven.

At this point you should know that the kitchen in our apartment is covered with a short, dense carpet that has already been pronounced Incredibly Stupid by both of us.

As I neared the end of my spin, I felt something sharp go into the side of my foot. I grabbed my foot and noticed that a large toothpick (the kind I use to test cakes) was protruding from my foot. I gasped and pulled it out, only to realize I was holding a broken 1/2 of a toothpick. At this point, I yelled for Matt. He went to the store and bought some tweezers, then came home and tried to pull the rest of the log out of my foot. he couldn't, so we went to the ER.

After a moderate wait, and a few useless X-rays, the doctor told me he wasn't completely sure that there was still wood in my foot, despite the swelling, pain, and large red lump on my foot. He said he didn't want to just dig around, which I appreciated, but he just gave me some Aleve and told me to call the foot doctor. Sad.

So I've been crutching around and cursing my swollen foot. Boo for being stupid.

Other Vectors

(Known and Loved)

Guitar-Man

K To The Izzo

He Has IBS

Oh Gravy

Sweet Miranda

Bianca's Escape

The Newlyweds

Nice KitchenAid

Secret Asian Man

P-A-N-I-A

Phantom Scribbler

Tiny Kingdom

Anastasia

Yankee, Transferred

Jo(e)

Waiter Rant

The Reluctant Prophet

Emerging Diseases

(Cool But Untested)

I Blame The Patriarchy

Bitch Ph.D

A Little Pregnant

Infectious Agents

My Alma Mater

Jump For Joy

Dinosaurs!

"though my heart has been torn by loves i have worn and i'm tempted by them ever still
i tremble inside when you walk in the room
you hold my affection and will...
i'm only alive with you
i can't get by, and i won't get through
so put me in the river and let me say i do
i'm only alive with you"

"And I still pray, when I look in your eyes, you'll stare right back down into something beautiful..."
-Jars of Clay