The technology gods are hating on me. My computer suddenly doesn’t remember my password to anything, from my blog to my bank account (as if I’m supposed to f*ng know), my blackberry keeps freezing with that rude, revolving circular symbol, which is nothing more than a nasty middle finger with chipped nail polish and McNuggets under its fake nail.
On a less frustrating note, I cut my hair and love it. It’s kind of like a shag, but more journalist than drug addict. It’s weird that we think all men love long hair, because the second I got on the subway, all piece-y and Patti Smith, I got more sexy stares than I have in years. Maybe I had Mister Softee on my face. (Haha, dirty mind…)
Oh, I made these hand-held pies from Bon Appetit and they blew me away. So easy, so gorgeous, so crazy good. I used a bag of frozen raspberries instead of cherries, but otherwise stuck to the instructions like a little angel. Beware, they’re only to-die-for when fresh out of the oven, or a few hours later. After a day or two, they lose their confidence.
Like my damn, cracked-out computer. I can’t even g-chat. Why doesn’t the Genius BAR serve drinks?
