Pictures from the Miracle on 26th Street Party just surfaced!:
I don’t mean on the phone.
The Tanek building was full of holiday cheer (booze+laughing) last night!
I love suburban shopping centers. I do! Drop me anywhere in the country and I know I can have my ears pierced, eat a cinnabon, try out a massage chair, buy a cell phone, get my hair cut, rent a wedding dress and now – at Burnsville Marketplace – pick up a bottle of wine. I might actually live in my car in the mall parking lot.
A girl that tells you she doesn’t care about diamonds is lying. I was that lying girl once and you know what it got me? A lovely antique gold band and a nod from my fellow feminists.
I want an architect that can pry open a bear trap with his bare hands. I want an architect that can perform a field tracheotomy using a rusty spoon and an eagle feather. I want an architect that can make a campfire using only the power of his mind.
I don’t even understand Bakers Square… You just go there and eat different kinds of pie? Who does that? I guess a lot of people must because there are, like, a million of them around the country. BUT… not in Hopkins! I don’t know the dirty details of that particular closing – I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that it looked like this:
An architect can only design so much before he/she says to him/her self, “You know what? I’d like to ride a bicycle up and down mountains.” Right? Anyway, here’s Nat taking us on one of his little trips. His little trips DOWN A MOUNTAIN. Good Lord, I feel sick just watching it.
yearning for footwear!