On the floor

Last Thursday, the Senate passed a resolution thanking each Senate Fellow for our service. What did I get in exchange for working for peanuts for a year? A resolution that only the Senate Rules committee can request, and it was worth it! The experience that I gained this year was priceless, and really was well worth a year of low pay. I walked in with a passion for public policy, and I'm ending the year with a fledgling career. Not bad.

San Dee-aaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy-goooooohhhh!

We spent Sunday in San Diego with my folks.

...and we went to the beach!! Missing the beach is the worst thing about living in Northern California.

Mmmmm-mmmmm Tofu!

Devin and I spent the weekend in Southern California. What a fantastic mini-vacation our trip turned out to be!


Here I am with a few of the dishes we sampled at the Los Angeles Tofu Festival in Little Tokyo. We had strawberries with tofu whipped "cream," tofu pate, bar-b-que tofu, and soy chorizo.

We bought an autographed copy of a cookbook written by Ann Gentry, founder of the Real Food Daily restaurants and vegan-organic chef extraordinaire. To celebrate our find, we had dinner that evening at her restaurant in Santa Monica.

Ahem.

Hi. You may think I don't know you, but I know you read my little blog. It's cool, 'cause I put this stuff up here for people to read, people like my family and friends and people I wish to keep in touch with. My friendship is pretty all-inclusive, and I'd be delighted if you'd like to be considered as someone should keep in touch with, even if you're someone new.

I don't post, however, for the benefit of people who don't like me. So if that's you (and you know who you are, and I know who you are), I'd really appreciate if you just left me alone. I know my opinions are pretty darn interesting, but if you don't like me, wouldn't you at least like to pretend you have something better to do? Thanks.

Oh grow up.

Because, you know, like, I totally have a right to contribute nothing to society and like, suck off of my parents until I'm 30, yeah. Because like, how is a girl supposed to find herself if she can't blow her twenties wearing overpriced clothes and drinking overpriced cosmos?

This life is just one more bit of evidence that post-feminists are, like, a joke.