wow. so much to read. sorry about being generally, well, missing from the blog. i've been running around this city like a chicken with its head cut off.

speaking of immitation being the most sincere form of flattery--i think greg's ability to always find a free meal has rubbed off on me. i've been eating 4 times a day just to meet the demand for my precious precious bubbatime.

i'm SO sad i didn't get to new york. it sounds like, between shopping, drinking, and pancaking, you two had a blast. next time. and no comment on being tyler durden (sp?).

amanda has been great. she sends her love. and she says "vegetables are what food eats." whatever that means. i've been to the tombs twice to eat (and nonce to drink) thus far.

i woke up drunk yesterday morning after a monday night of partying like a rockstar. ow. the only 3 things i remember from the night:
1)ian taking his shirt off per a bartender's request
2)the cute bouncer who was from portland and just graduated from gonzaga university
3)ending up in a shower with some republican representative's chief of staff.

i'm not kidding. what's happening to my life? i feel like it's been coopted by some weird (and gay gay gay) movie. soft focus photography and fancy watermelon cutting are next.

knitting is going well. it brings me great pleasure.

oh. amanda also says, "the only natural enemy of the hole is the pile." i think we need to go now.

love you all,
bubs.