Purging.

I am packing up my apartment, and these are some of the things I am giving away. Give me a holler if you want 'em:

• really pretty, brand-new frame from Anthropologie
• Season One of The OC (the best season)
• a photo album from Honduras made of all natural materials
• a mirror made of hammered tin and blue moon tiles
• a vogue cover
  

It's our third Christmas together.

...and I still love The Rubes. How can you resist a cat when she nuzzles her head into your hand then falls into a deep sleep? Precious.

Oh my goodness.

I guess it's time for a new timing belt, or so I am told.

Couch for sale.

Please. Pretty please. Someone buy this couch. BEST OFFER.
Craigslist listing is here.

This is what is wrong with America.

Forget the economy, recession, blah blah blah. This is what is wrong with this country: that some market researcher actually decided that this item might sell as a potential Christmas gift -- a battery-operated, singing toy Jeep with a dead deer on the hood. Gross, man, gross.