Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Sunday, September 09, 2012

fresh as a poppy

I used to write about a lot of things here that I look back at and could perhaps care about less than I do, but it would be difficult.

Note that the last time I did write here I was five years younger and a Vermonter.

Now I'm 21 again for the millionth time and live in NYC so am a New Yorker.

I now have 4 cats instead of 3.

I now live with some guy who's Internet famous.

I now work at an institution that is world famous.

I now have a very complicated existence but wouldn't actually trade it back for what I was trying to enjoy five years ago.

I now have an accent, because if I don't talk like you then I must have one, right?

Let's pretend we just met.

Hi, I'm Poppy. Some people call me Stef but the guy who sleeps in my bed doesn't, so why should you?

George's head

It's pretty over here. Maybe I will just hang out here again. Does anyone still have a snobmeter that makes you think it's gauche to be on Blogspot? Eh, who cares. You love me anyway. Hi! Also, I think I can put pictures directly into my posts again if I blog here, unlike at my .com blog where pictures have been broken for about a year and a half. *sad panda*

Awwwwwww, yah, look at that!