|YP:||You are now the proud owner of a Steve's Pack fanny pack|
|AB:||What color, or are you going to surprise me?|
|YP:||Gonna surprise you, bitch|
|A:||Our bed should just have Shannyn Sossamon in it|
|Y:||Yeah, totally. We're just gonna double team her.|
Tumblr User Tsunamis and I live in the same building so despite the fact that we’re medium-functioning twentysomethings it’s sort of like living a college dorm—especially when Yitzy comes over. Which, to be honest, is actually super-fun.
EDIT: Yitzy rightfully pointed out that the same thing will happen when he and I embark on our (extremely brief) west coast tour in November, which is to say: many, many Photobooth pictures.
Today, Yitzy and I:
- Did the Freer bit of Freer-Sackler.
- Ambled through the Folklife Festival.
- Got pizza and beer at Ella’s.
- Ran through the American Art Museum before it closed.
- Ate treats from Pitango.
- Went to Target, where I stopped taking pictures and bought Mason jars (which I’ve been meaning to do for weeks).
It was a good day.
The main problem with Washington is that living inside it puts you shoulder to shoulder with the kind of people who leave comments on newspaper articles on the Internet.
And then you sit around drinking beer and talking about those people.
A not-insignificant part of my job requires me to read the comments left on newspaper articles on the Internet. SO FUCKING WHAT?
Also, I’d suggest that the actual problem is being mistaken for someone who works for the federal government and drinks at the Big Hunt just by living here. I’m sorry. I have better shit to do. Like read comments on the Internet.