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poppyseed raw with butter imported from normandie, france

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sicilian (a honey-herb glazed salmon) with creamed cheese and red onion.

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ming tsai (peppery/spicy) with creamed cheese.

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whole health with havarti, toms, mustard, sprouts.

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chocolate chip with sheep’s milk cream cheese.

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chocolate chip bagel with almond paste.

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chocolate chip bagel: 1/2 with the sheep’s milk cream cheese; 1/2 with pistachio paste.

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accompanying beverages. grape soda, darjeerling, coffee with cream and mr. petrnotail’s apple juice.

My camera battery is dead and the charger is MIA, so instead of a photograph, I will share the baller playlist off Mr. Petrnotail’s ipod I made this morning for the walk. It was fun to use hubby’s and put on songs I might not listen to from mine. It’s a longer playlist, so stay tuned for part II tomorrow. Beware the parenthetical, I am ramble.

1. Beautiful Life, Ace of Base
2. Come See the Duck, Deerhoof (Download immediately and be prepared to air-drum)
3. Unbelievable, EMF
4. Kommissar, Falco (Mr. Pet only has the german Falco albums. He really loves Falco. I love him.)
5. Time to Pretend, MGMT (I tried to jog for this entire song, but got way winded and only lasted about a verse and a chorus. I am sooooOOOOOoooo out of shape for a 98 pound weakling. Going to work on the endurance factor…)
6. I Can’t Go For That, Daryl Hall & John Oates. (Epiphany: Lyrically, it’s like an easy-listening version of Meatloaf’s hit song “I Would Do Anything for Love (But I won’t Do That)”, errr rather the Meatloaf is a rock-n-roll version of the Hall & Oates song, but either way, those are great songs and I couldn’t help but sing aloud with Daryl and John, dog-walkers and their strange stares be damned!)
7. Put Some Keys On That, Lil’ Wayne. (Can we talk about just how much I adore this man? I also rapped along with him “I am a vegetarian, man I only eat beats / Wear a lot of karats and I smoke the best greens / No beef in my grocery bag / just some Swishers and a whole buncha cans of Whoop-Ass…”)
8. Forgotten, Altered Images
9. Mr. Blue Sky, ELO. (Happy song as I passed the baseball field, noticing the sun was finally fully risen and the sky was in fact very very blue)
10. Rich Girl, Hall & Oates (Another epiphany: I have many epiphanies whilst listening to Hall & Oates.)
11. Goodbye Liza Jane, Bob Wills. (“Oh, how I love her, ain’t that s shame… Oh, how I love her, Goodbye Liza Jane…” Bob Wills was the soundtrack to last summer and it brought back happy memories. After the cool down stretching, I sat on one of our rocking lawn chairs and sunned myself while humming along and tapping my feet to the dixieland beat.)

by bret easton ellis

sequel to less than zero. dark, paranoid questions left unanswered. or questions that don’t require answers. christmas trees, vodka, names. you couldn’t possibly know. youth as a place you don’t belong. texting, texting, texting. technology interrupts everything. sped through the end to get to the horror faster.

“They had made a movie about us. The movie was based on a book written by someone we knew. The book was a simple thing about four weeks in the city we grew up in and for the most part was an accurate portrayal. It was labeled fiction but only a few details had been altered and our names weren’t changed and there was nothing in it that hadn’t actually happened.”

“everything she says is an ocean of signals.”

“What keeps me interested - and it always does - is how can she be a bad actress on film but a good one in reality?”

“This isn’t a script…It’s not going to add up. Not everything’s going to come together in the third act.”

“What you really want to be doesn’t exist.”

orange flamingo

my neighborhood just gets better and better.