trash, friends and baking.

(First off, pumpkin ice cream is great, go buy it and eat it right now.)

So. There's this trash bin across the street from the boutique. One day, I couldn't get the mouse to work on the computer so I had no internet access, no music, and oh yeah, no way to easily make transactions. So I was bored. After guessing the color of the lifesaver in my mouth by the taste incorrectly for the 2nd time I noticed almost every person that walked by this particular trash can peered into it. What's great about my location is that you can't easily see me. Most people look around to see if anyone's watching, then stare into it. I thought at first, "Oh clearly they're homeless and looking for something to eat” It’s right outside of the grocery store. But, I don't think all of them are. I saw at least 7 people fitting this description peer into it; an overweight guy with an unnecessarily big coat, a skinny guy with a t shirt tucked in...and a guy in a suit. What's going on here? I wondered if maybe one guy saw the last guy look into and decided to check it out for himself. But then why did the first guy look into it? Or did some loon decide one day to take a gander? Who knows. My roommate Rachel told me I should invest in a baby monitor to talk to them. I just might. Anyone have an old baby monitor?


So to follow up on the last post about friends...(tap class, knitting with plastic etc.) I really like the two girls I work with at the law office. They've clearly been hardened by the lawyers they work with but are really funny and nice. I can definitely see myself being friends with the two of them. One of the lawyers (oh yeah they’re both complete dorks) stood in a superman pose wearing his coat like a cape and asked me if he should go to lunch like that. I laughed and one of the receptionists said, "Yeah, you won't be laughing after he does the elevator for the 50th time." I left early today for an interview with an award winning small mom and pop coffee company that's growing here and internationally. They pay really well and I'd get my own desk. (One of my recent goals... my own desk.) I got "two stars" from the Italian owner because I told him my favorite coffee drink was a macchiato and that I'd been to Italy. He actually made me a ridiculously good macchiato during the interview. So, we'll see. we'll see.

oh yeah, and I can't fit this in anywhere but its worth sharing.

Today I was waiting for the bus downtown while talking to my mother on the phone and this guy got right in my line of vision. He was trying to distract me but I wouldn't let him and kept talking. THEN he says to me, "Baby, you look like you're about to go bake something."

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huh.