Monthly Archives: July 2014

Living In the World

A group of friends and I get together sometimes to play games – board games, Dungeons and Dragons (hey don’t you judge me, I am a level 7 6-foot-tall barbarian warrior woman thank-you-very-much), just whatever.

This weekend we played Cards Against Humanity and while we are all hilarious and terrible people, this was by far the best play of the night:


I’ve been doing quite a bit of socializing lately, which is rare for me because I’m kind of a misanthrope. I mean, I guess I’m not really, I just say that – but I enjoy my alone time, okay? My idea of an exciting Friday night is playing Assassin’s Creed multiplayer for three hours straight or putting silly hats on my cat.

427307_3285498624975_389232384_nAnd yet, here I am, living in the world, as a mentor once put it. Putting myself out there. Making myself go to social functions instead of staying home, because ultimately I know I’ll have fun. I think part of my preference for solitude has to do with the fact that for a long time, I felt like I had to make everybody like me, and I was so self-conscious about being weird. I would be so nervous every time I had to hang out with people besides the small group I already knew that I’d just freeze up. Now I’m not too concerned with either of those things. If someone doesn’t like me, someone doesn’t like me – sometimes, people just aren’t going to be into you (no matter how fabulous you are.) It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, it doesn’t mean they’re a bad person. There are endless kinds of personalities out there and endless ways they’re going to come into conflict.

And, well. If someone thinks I’m weird, then they’re probably boring anyway.

Tangentially related, I started up a profile on OKCupid, just because every guy I know is gay or married. Spent a lot of time perfecting the profile and put up a picture where I looked ravishing and sophisticated instead of frizzy-haired and drunk. Logged back in a week later, had thirty messages, and promptly panicked and deleted my profile without even reading any of them. So obviously, I’ve still got some practicing to do on the socializing front, but I’m getting there, right?

A Postpourri

I’ve got a few random pictures to dump on you tonight – a little recap of what I’ve been up to since last we spoke.

posterSo see that rad poster with the bullfighter on it? It’s roughly 40 years old and came directly from Spain. It was my uncle’s, back when they lived in Italy in the 70s. We are cleaning out grandma’s house (which means I also got a buttload of vintage tupperware!), and I saw that poster, fell in love with it, and my uncle very generously let me have it. It’s not the best photo because my hands were shaky, but you get the idea how the beautiful yellow of the poster looks against the blue wall. I don’t know if that’s going to be its permanent home yet, but I like it there for now.

tiramisuI made tiramisu! It’s no bake and INCREDIBLY easy, as long as you know how to separate eggs and have a little electric hand mixer at least. I didn’t know how to separate eggs (I don’t do a lot of baking), and learning was. . .harder than I anticipated, but after I got that sorted out, it was smooth sailing. I got the recipe from here, but I substituted the coffee in the recipe for Godiva chocolate liqueur. It turned out beautifully. Do know that it involves raw eggs though, if you’re not into that.

wreathHow to be crafty, Casey edition: buy some shit at Michael’s, tie it together, hang it on your door. Boom, done. Now give me my show.