Love Puppy

I am Jessica Schroeder. New Yorker, Hoosier, Lover, Fighter. I love wit and charm and glamour. Nice people rock my world. So does yoga, falafel, and vegan bakeries.

I chronicle my daily duds at What I Wore

E-me love: jessica dot schroeder at yahoo dot com. Whew. That's a mouthful.
May 11
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Pastures of Heaven

That night, in a letter, she wrote: “After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really exisited. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.” She kept a copy of the letter.

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me and kedar
me and kedar
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Hell yea mets!!
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Someone just proposed on the kiss cam!
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As for the love issues, of course there’s going to be the random idiots. It’s the internet.
Marco
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peterwknox:

Going to the Mets (1am) game tomorrow, a now annual tradition. Get in touch if you’re interested.

Also going to the game. Section D mezz. Holla.

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Jelus?
May 10
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Fat Ohio

marco:

I never noticed it while growing up here, but now that I’ve lived elsewhere full-time for 4 years with almost no visits, it’s clear as day.

Everyone here is fat and looks the same.

I don’t mean that to be inflammatory or insulting to fat people. It’s just an observation — a generalization based on a very prominent majority. I thought the plane’s passengers were just a bad sample group, but they accurately represented most people here.

We went to a casual restaurant for lunch. The staff was all fat. The customers were all fat. If I actually ate all of the food I was served, I’d be fat too. The portions were ridiculously huge, and the food’s composition wasn’t even trying to be reasonable — everything was fried, fatty, oily, sugary, or salty (pick any three). I ordered a Greek-style chicken wrap. How could that be unhealthy? Ohio found a way: by filling it up with thick salad dressing. It was easily 30% dressing by volume. There were no air gaps. (And someone needs to tell Ohio that a “wrap” is supposed to be small enough to be easily held in one hand.)

We walked everywhere. It looked weird because nobody walks here. (The passing drivers were all fat, too.) The sidewalks are in pristine condition because nobody has walked on them since they were paved for the most recent sterile cookie-cutter developments. They were awkwardly routed around the ultra-wide street corners, with the crosswalks 15 feet into the blocks so drivers (unfamiliar with pedestrians) might have a chance to see people crossing while they’re turning their SUVs at 30 miles per hour.

I feel like I’m in a different country.

I know a lot of people are going to be quick to criticize this post, but just do a little research. I’d love to see Dihard write a post on this.

May 09
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Voila!
Voila!
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Tonight's Agenda:

Baking Pumpkin-Choco-Chip Muffins
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yea.

Sagittarius (11/22-12/21) Respect your philosophy about life by not backing down when challenged today.
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Crazy, etc.

When I say “I’m crazy” I do it as if I’m giving an excuse, when in fact, being crazy is more like a statement and doesn’t really excuse any of the things I’m doing.
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Ooops

Should not have sent that e-mail. I’m cringing.