a fun TV party at e's apartment where i wore lounge ware
realizing you can get mcdonalds delivered, sandwiches made from glazed donuts, cheese, and prosciutto crisped in a pan and dipped in hot sauce, someone had her first twinkie, plentiful gummies
putting a small speaker playing an endless loop of the tijuana brass in the guest bathroom at the party, which is such a great hosting choice, eat your heart out brian eno
hearing from d that someone at the party paused in conversation to note the incredible volume of my voice as, a few feet away, i talked excitedly about something with other people, which is something i am always constantly trying to work on but which also i have to recognize is such an amazing change from the person i was up until grad school, who barely said anything to anybody and was rarely heard
some great lines from the simpsons episodes we watched at the party, including "just write a check and i'll release more endorphins," "i've dug myself into a nice little rut here," and "i'm a well wisher in that i don't wish you specific harm"
the phrases "cloud macchiato" and "aurora borealis"
lying in the back yard with d and miso reading in the breeze and shade
the brown butter rice krispies treats that d made and how the element of brown butter takes something which is tasty but also perhaps not what an adult might choose in the wider dessert landscape of 2019 and elevates it
the weed strain star killer, for its effects but also for how cool the name sounds is fun to say and imagine consuming, also the discovery of this form of #content (
this twitter thread of different pop songs (starting with "walk this way") used to soundtrack a clip of a millipede walking (
's=20)
women talking by miriam toews, which my friend kh (thankful to have a friend who independently read the same book as me) didn't like but which i found really striking
seasonal associate by heike gessler, which i have wanted to read for a while, but finally started yesterday
d's rewatch of the magicians, which i am enjoying dipping in and out of
a good run on a sunday morning followed by an afternoon of laziness, my favorite kind of sunday