Open Mouth, Insert …

Two weeks ago, I drank some mold.

Two days ago, I drank some rotten milk.

If I make it to 2012, it’ll be a miracle.

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Why I Will Be an Awesome Journalist:

Because I won’t publish inane headlines like “Eight delicious recipes for the BEST meatloaf.”

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Old Friends/Complete Strangers

Just had one of those horribly awkward encounters where someone comes up to you and starts chatting like she’s one of your oldest friends, but you (or, in this case, I) have no idea who the heck it is.

I scraped by with a few nods and smiles and then managed to get away with both of our senses of dignity intact.

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So I Got This Great Free Camera …

I’m just rather horrible at using it. In my defense, however, neither of these pictures was taken in very good lighting.

This is my French boyfriend. Note the baguette in his bike bag. He speaks French  … well, sort of.

 

Am I a horrible person for thinking this is hilarious?

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Boys … Wearing Boots … In BOULDER

OK. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a fashion Nazi, nor do I claim to be.

I don’t have a pair of those tight black leggings that are all the rage. I can’t pull off the Ugg boots look. And I’ve never posed as a movie star with bug-eyed, bedazzled sun glasses.

But I have lived in Colorado long enough to love the fact that I can go out to a bar in a Patagonia fleece and ripped jeans (Clarification: Jeans that I ripped, not precisely placed tears where some worker from Abercrombie went to town before putting the pants on display.)

I can appreciate the fashionistas who follow In Style magazine’s advice to a tee (shirt … designer label, of course). But I just don’t understand the boys strutting around in skinny jeans (I’m sure half of their little asses are smaller than mine) tucked into their boots.

It’s unflattering. It’s awful. And it tells me far too much information about the temperature outside.

Maybe I should be a bit more forgiving. Many of these offenders are undergraduates who can’t be blamed for their abhorrent sense of style. They’re so cute and little and they’re still learning about themselves and their individuality.

But come on, guys! We’re Boulderites, if only temporarily. We value functional, comfortable clothes. We wear outfits that imply we just came down from Longs Peak and will be swimming a couple miles later on this afternoon.

Go to NYC if you’re going to brandish your OO waist size and boots that take 15 minutes to lace up because of the 47 different eyelets. It will be much more appreciated.

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Misrepresentation

So I was walking through the Boulder Book Store, which is quite a fabulous place to peruse the latest titles or old favorites, and there on display is a book titled something along the lines of “Wild Colorado.” And to exemplify said “wildness,” some crafty editor placed a picture of a bright yellow bird … canary, parrot, hummingbird … I really don’t know enough about avian life to tell you what particular kind of winged creature it was …

And I’m not saying that birds aren’t wild. I’m simply suggesting that a photo of a bear or a mountain lion might have been more representative of the chosen adjective. Colorado’s mountainous habitats are home to these beasts … we might as well use them for marketing, don’t you think?

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