It's kind of grey and lifeless, weather-wise, in New York. In a way I like it, because when it's sunny and warm, I feel obligated to go outside. When it's cloudy, I can wander outside, but it's not required and there are fewer people :)

(Yes, I don't like large groups, yet I always score as an extrovert on those personality tests. Hmm. Maybe I am an "intimate extrovert.")

Have become addicted to librarything.com. I don't know why. It's a place where you can catalogue whichever books you want (ones you've read, loved, hated or want to read). For some reason, I got hooked.

Am currently knitting a sea-foam green shrug (a thingy you can put on your shoulders, with a little back and front). I'll put up a picture when I'm done. I realized socks and me are not really meant to be...I get bored with the slow progress on #3 needles using floss-like yarn.

We went to DG's birthday party on Saturday night. There were three distinct groups at the party: journalists; me, D, and a little posse I carved out on the couch, consisting of a girl C and her husband; and fashionistas. The fashionistas disquieted me, and it took me a while to figure out why. None of them had hips.

On the way home, C and I saw a T-shirt in a window. It was black with white letters: "Come to the dark side...we have cookies." It showed a smiling, friendly-looking devil hugging a big plate of cookies. Unfortunately, I've checked a couple locations of the store and they don't have the T-shirt inside. Maybe I should buy the one in the window.

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Caro said…
Firsties! Hee hee.

Maybe the fashionistas had hips. It's just that their waists were so big, there was no contrast. :P
7:04 PM
Roxanne said…
Caro- I used to resemble that remark (unfortunately). Still funny though. :)
11:43 PM
Anonymous said…
I feel the same way about sunny weather. I think living in southern California would be exhausting, since I'd constantly feel the need to be outside doing something.
8:44 AM
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