After this

and this

and this

took place at Ulysses on Friday night after work, my friend Eric turned very seriously to me and said, “I have to tell you something, Katie.”

His wife-to-be looked at him like, “Oh, my god, what totally embarrassing thing are you about to say?”

It turns out he really hates my SnapShots. You know, the little boxes that pop up every time you mouseover an external link. Like this:

He said he understands that I use them because they make me money, though. But, um, they actually don’t. I put them there for you. So that you know what you’re clicking on before you click. And in the case of Wikipedia links, you can actually read the definition of whatever I’m linking to without even clicking on the link.

But that isn’t the first time someone’s told me that he hates it. Another friend said that if he didn’t know me, he would’ve exited my blog the first time one of those things popped up and never looked back.

So, how do you feel about them? Love them? Hate them? Never even notice them?

I was torn about whether to put today’s post in the personal files or the food files.

To appease those of you who don’t care what I eat (namely the person photobombing me below), I played it safe. So check out today’s donuts4dinner post for a fun food truck outing!

I’ve somehow managed to make for myself a life that entirely overwhelms me, and all I want to do is make it worse by starting more blogs, making more friends, doing more things, taking more photos.

And it’s like the more that goes on, the more overwhelmed I get by it. If a blog post of mine gets more than about 4 comments, I greedily read through them, licking my lips lecherously, and then just mark the WordPress e-mails as unread until I have a chance to respond to them. Or, like, if I get an e-mail with more than two sentences in it, I lustily consume it, congratulate myself for having such awesome friends, and then don’t reply to it for weeks. Which is how I end up with an inbox that looks like this:

But hey, at least I’m keeping up with my spam folder!

The worst part is that I totally, totally crave constant contact. (I imagine this is a product of leaving all of my friends and family behind three states away and having this ludicrous fear of ending up on the streets because I don’t know enough people here to convince someone to take me in when I inevitably lose my job/apartment/boyfriend through total fault of my own, because homeless people must get that way somehow.) But if I don’t reply to people’s comments/e-mails/texts/phone calls, they’ll stop bothering, so it’s all a big catch-22.

And that’s just my way of explaining that despite a month-long lapse, I updated Lost and Lonely Leftovers finally. So go look at it, subscribe to it, and understand that I am actually going to update it regularly this time, I swear. As long as you send me pictures, I mean, because I only have, like, twenty-five of them in my backlog.