Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Hello, Pulitzer!

I feel like I should write something profound. Some sort of Garden State worthy prose about what being "home" feels like, perhaps. I feel like I should write about how the balmy temperatures and the lack of snow is unsettling in Macbeth-esque proportions. I feel like I should write words that will make the world want to fall in love with me. And if not the world, then maybe just one man.

So here goes:

I got a dinner party in a box for Christmas.

6 comments:

  1. I don't see how any man could visit here and not fall in love with you... Dinner party in a box or not. Welcome back.

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  2. Not to be a harpie, but Garden State? Really? And Jack Johnson?

    Sorry.

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  3. Anonymous4:41 AM

    Jessica, Mike here. I am impressed with your tea party shit. If it makes any difference to you, I'd enjoy it. But really, we both already knew that.

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  4. Dave,
    Blasphemy! You're not sorry.
    And neither am I.
    And that's okay.

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  5. garden state.. i love that movie..

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