I'm Heather, a quickly-approaching-thirtysomething living in Santa Barbara (Umm, not so much now. Now? I'm in San Francisco, and I have become, officially, thirtysomething). I live with the boyfriend, Peanut, and have a huge black hole in my life where there should be a cat or two. And dogs. Really, anything with fur (Still no pets, but we're working on it. We've even picked out names). These are the perils of renting in this town. We try to fill that void with wine (Wine? Still love).
Little known fact about me: If I could, I would live inside almost any of Wes Anderson's films.
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Update on the potluck: How is one supposed to feel after three caramel brownies, some pumpkin sludge and a vat of chocolate mousse? Because I just slept my way through a meeting, and I am blaming it squarely on the sugar. I had a very brief high, and have now crashed my way down to an embarrassing level. You know when people are talking and you kind of zone out? Yeah, that happened, except they were totally talking to me. Sad, huh?
posted by Heather @ 4:00 PM
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Mmm, sugar!
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