I try to carry my camera with me at all times because you just never know when you’ll happen upon something crying out for documentation. This this, for instance:

Um… yuck? I am not a complete philistine. I know that like fine wine and George Clooney, cheese gets better with age, but does that mean we should call it “extra old?” There’s got to be a better way of putting it, a different choice of words that evokes something other than food poisoning. Extra-old-inary, perhaps? Do I have the makings of an ad exec or what? (I’m sure it’s tasty, so don’t sue me, Black Diamond.)
In other news, I have a new favorite song.
Full disclosure: I discovered this song through Nylon’s summer playlist. And yes, I read Nylon. You can go ahead and think less of me now. It’s just a lot easier to let somebody else decide what I think is cool, ok?

Kurt brought me these the other day because he thought I could use some good luck. Here’s my good luck so far: nobody copped an attitude with me at work yesterday. The horrid trifecta of pimples I’d been sporting on my chin is gone. If I so desire, I could spend all day today watching back-to-back episodes of “What Not To Wear” that I have saved up on the DVR. Kurt brewed an extraordinary pot of coffee this morning. Paulina Rubio’s new album is out. But the best piece of luck is this: after a week of stressing out and being a complete basketcase, I found out at my doctor’s appointment this morning that I do NOT have cancer! Call it luck, divine providence, whatever, that’s the kind of news a girl likes to hear.



