We took 1st home from Little T's last night and discovered a zebra. I helped the monster move into her new Whittier apartment for most of the day today, and she bought me late lunch at Little T's. (Two times in two days. Allll riiiight!) We took the 1st Ave route so she could see the zebra, and this cute old couple was coming out of the home whose lawn the zebra sits upon. The guy had a Dalí-esque mustache. We asked about the zebra and it turns out it was theirs. They've had it for about 8 years and it was created by a then-senior at MCAD. I forget the artist's name already. Nice coincidence. We should've asked their names. I think they should be our first Whittier interview.
I had the Whittier Burger at Little T's. I'd never noticed it before, and I was very excited when Christy pointed it out. It has bacon and guac on it. It needs some tomato for the guac, so I think next time I'll just add some of their salsa.
Beauty is evil; immaculate evil.
I just coined a new word! "Nergin" = nerd virgin
You should have added, "Don't be jealous just because I've been chatting online with babes All Day."
The artist's name was Bateman, I think Kevin. The zebra was constructed from found objects: used sheet metal, hubcaps, and I think I even saw part of a lawn mower. I'm okay with stalking that couple to get an interview; I bet they'd be only a little uncomfortable.
Thanks again for helping me move. You're an angel.
I can attest to the opposite.
I want to hang out with Christy again. Can it be done?
Also - Christy, are we are the point where I'm allowed to talk to you directly via the interweb, or is that unacceptable?
Jesus, can't you just email me or call me? I'm just annoyed that it happens on Zach's blog, you can speak to me directly. We could do lunch today, if you wanted.
Good grief, I was such a raging bitch last week. Sorry about that, sith.
Oh. Don't mind Christy. She had some sand in her vagina.
Uhh, aren't you in London? And... don't worry, I don't remember last week.
I am in London, but people here are snobby and I'm a bit homesick.
Also, Zach, your comment made me snort rather audibly in the internet cafe. Thanks a lot.
Of course they are snobby... Londoners are better than us in every possible way.
I beg to differ. I, for one, have much better teeth than almost everyone I've met here so far.
And, I'm not lonely anymore. This 18-year-old from Australia moved into my room at the hostel yesterday. She left her country for the first time only to discover that her best friend, with whom she was supposed to stay, became a cokehead over the past few months and didn't want to have anything to do with her. Now the girl needs to find a place to work and a place to live and is depressed and lonely and feeling abandoned. And you know how I like a project.
Yesterday we went to Camden town and a 40+ man with a mohawk complimented me on my shoes. He was also hawking Doc Martens (which my shoes were), but I think it still counts.