Author Archives: Abby

Name That Drawer!

This afternoon, I wanted to avoid awkwardly standing around while our (incredibly attractive) handy-man came to do some work on the apartment. . . SO, I organized the kitchen shelves. After organizing, however, I realized that my roommates might be confused by the new placements. . . which is why I decided to make .Continue reading “Name That Drawer!”

Bosom Friends

Today, like a lot of days, I am missing my bosom friends . . . Now, just in case you’re a little confused, and the word bosom has a whole slew of different connotations for you, don’t be alarmed, and don’t misunderstand! This is not some awkward reference to a friend with benefits. I justContinue reading “Bosom Friends”

October 8, 2006.

Just Another Day _______________________ A Montage of Scenes based on the contents of CNN U.S. news on October 8, 2006. (Written in 2006 by a much younger version of me- Cakey!) _______________________ Rever’nd and Mrs. Lawson have three children still. Even after today. The whole fuss kicked up after lunch. Leastwise, that’s when I heard theContinue reading “October 8, 2006.”

I laughed. Then I bought them.

The Funniest Products of All Time: #1: South Butt Gear (as opposed to North Face Gear!) #2: Some Phat Beets to Crank (open) #3: THIS BOOK, comprised entirely of accidental butt-shots. I liked these so much that I  bought them on sight . . . did clever branding (or general product awesomeness) influence anyone besidesContinue reading “I laughed. Then I bought them.”

The Knowledge Game

You might not know this, but I am nearly a MASTER. That’s right. My master’s degree is nearly complete. Too bad it won’t change my title (like it would with a PhD). I guess I could try to insist on being called Master. I can see why people don’t, though. It would be like aContinue reading “The Knowledge Game”

Not quite the same. . .

Gone – flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart. ~Alfred Tennyson Tonight I need a journal; a quiet private place that nobody can see. I need an ear where I can whisper secrets,  without worrying that they’ll travel. I need aContinue reading “Not quite the same. . .”