more boots, ma peche, lemongrass, peter dewolf's birthday

a friend is thinking of setting me up with her chiropractor. is it wrong that i feel that sexual favors in return for free adjustments is a totally fair tradeoff?

best pie crust recipe. period. how could anyone not love choire?

colin said a few weeks ago, "you know what i like on girls? those over-the-knee boots. all the girls at work are wearing them." i was all, "OH. WELL. that's nice for them, isn't it? to have legs long enough to wear over-the-knee boots and not have them looking crazy because they don't have midget legs. you see, i can't wear the same thing as your tall skinny modelesque VOGUE staffers. stop holding me up to their standards! GOD!"

hm. well. people keep coming up to me to tell me how skinny i'm looking these days. you know why? because i'm EATING MY WORDS. and yo, words ain't got no calories! holla! what? sorry...

anyway...i've bought two pairs of OTK boots now and wear them pretty much constantly. maybe i've had fat knees all this time and didn't know it, but something about covering up those stubby joints makes my legs look longer and thinner and, dare i say, not at ALL midgety.

oh my god, you guys. know what all this yummy stuff has in common? lemongrass. that stuff that makes me vomit every time i eat it. i mean, maybe it's time to try to shock my body out of its allergy. OR, maybe this is the real way to get skinny, eat all this tien ho goodness but then let my body do the work, wherein i'll throw it all up somewhere between 45 minutes and 1.5 hours after i've ingested it.

getting final stuff for kenya. realized i'd want a notepad for jotting down things to blog about at whatever point i'll regain internet access. some zyrtec in case all the plants (nature! ick!) work up my hay fever. this is going to sound crazy, but we're in amsterdam for the morning on our way back and i'm serously trying to decide whether to pack a scarf so i won't freeze to death as we wind our way through pastries and coffee shops. like, i'm making myself crazy about whether to freeze and have to lug around an extra scarf. both options i'm being overly dramatic about. i think this means i'm over thinking things. it wouldn't be the first time, is all i'm sayin'...

i'm devastated to have missed the lloyd dobler moblers...

have been enjoying the tveit boy on gossip girl. i met him when he wasn't anybody. it's strange to see the trajectory some people's lives takeHhhhhaaaaaapppppyyyyybbbbiiirrrrttthhhhhdddaayyyy...

and last but not least: a happy birthday to peter. he's always a rock when you need one and he's funny on command and he really likes talking on the phone so he's really the best person ever to spend 5 hours with on the phone after you've had lasik and are awake but aren't allowed to open your eyes and so you're bored as shit and restless. he used to be a good lost-watcher but then he fell off and i'm not sure i forgive him for it yet. i'd compare it to someone tossing away their wedding ring, really. but he's still great for west wing reminiscing. ANYWAY, i owe peter some big ones and hope to repay the favors in this lifetime. i also hope he doesn't tell me that some strip-teasing in front of a webcam will suffice because i'm totally NOT doing that. at least not sober.