The Little Things That Count
Opening up a box of Triscuits to discover that not a single one of them has been broken never fails to fill me with triumphant satisfaction.
Labels: Food
posted by Eric @ 10:27 PM
... But Enough About Me
"We walk in the world of safe people, and at night we walk into our houses and burn." — Dar Williams
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
... But Enough About Me
the ones that came before
- Something Fishy Going On
- Bad Dye Job
- An Autograph from Shelley Long
- Song Poison: Pee-Wee's Playhouse
- Dreary Christmas and Tacky New Year
- I Heart Ms. Pac-Man
- Snow
- Wonder Woman, Diva
- A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever
- It's 2 a.m. Do You Know Where Your Contribution to...
the others
- i feel crazy
- matthew john foster
- kinemapoetics
- hello aaron
- shut the bitch up
- the word cage
- three dog blog
- sassy pages
- taking stock of everything
- wanderwagen
the gays
the city
the news
About Me
- Name: Eric
- Location: New York, New York, United States
I'm pretty happy right now.
3 Comments:
i always liked being the first to dig into a new jar of peanut butter. that smooth surface! that swoop of the spoon!
My parents used to buy the kind of peanut butter that had all the oil on top, so one had to mix it in (or pour it off) before indulging. Not nearly as fun as carving into a jar of Jif.
that stuff is healtheri, byf, but i could never get it mixed up properly. we were always left with half a jar of dried-out oil-less petrified crap.
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