Just blew into the bottom row of keys on my laptop and all these crumbs flew out. Buffalo shrimp batter, Dorito cheese mold and, most recently, Mrs. Gallagher’s caramel brownie droppings (holla!). This scattering reminds me of one of the post-its on the multicolored “quote wall” Kelly and Meaghan made senior year at BC. Most of the quotes were short and sweet, but one time Kelly took the liberty of writing out something I appreantly said out loud about my open laptop being the perfect-sized tray for those nasty homemade garlic-bread-and-bruschetta things I used to make. Did anyone take a digipic of that wall?

I was thinking about food earlier, which was weird, and suddenly realized that I made a big mistake in not securing more leftovers from Dee’s big New Buffalo bash. We got loads and loads of these awesome ribs from the Red Arrow Roadhouse (holla!) and for some reason that won’t be mentioned on the Internet, I was so distracted that I only ate four that night. Now I’m sitting here in New York with no groceries and a freezer full of Lean Cuisines I’ll never eat, dreaming about that sweet, tangy, glorious meat. I should have taken about 100 ribs, carefully shaved off just the meat, and packed it oh so tightly into a huge plastic bowl to take on the plane. I bet I still wouldn’t be at the bottom of the bowl yet, if I’d used enough packing force. Every few hours, or minutes, I could lazily dip my fork, or finger, into the meaty mess and pluck out a few more shreds of absolute delight. I’d swirl it around in my mouth with a beverage or just suck on it like tallow, depending on my current activity or lack thereof.

I guess the good thing about me not having transported the ribs that is that I won’t have to bear the disappointment of the bottom of the bowl. This way, I can talk to my parents while they’re eating the leftovers for dinner and wistfully describe what I “should have done” while smugly knowing that they themselves will eventually reach the bottom of the huge, glistening aluminum tray. Take that, Deedles.

I’ll be starting a full-time Entertainment Weekly internship at the end of the month. Yay! I’m pumped. I know it’ll take my nationwide following awhile to get used to the idea of me working during daylight hours, but I will try to smooth the transition by altering the time on my posts to read “5:30 a.m.” just like they used to.