that time i went to europe and became a jelly donut, berlin;

{berlin: weihnachtsmarkt [christmas market, alexanderplatz],  siegess√§ule, smiling through the sickness @ brandenburger tor in my toadstool hat, the aforementioned currywurst restaurant} *and then i sort of kind of made it to berlin, exceeeeeept the whole part where the next flight to berlin would have been four days later, as in the day after i hypothetically left […]

being one with nature &etc;

{prospect park} it may not be obvious, but i’m a big fan of dirt. i really dig the stuff {hyuk-hyuk. see what i did there?} hiking in new hampshire and massachusetts has been one of my new loves since moving to the northeast, behind the burritos at boloco, petting strangers dogs outside the library, and […]

things that make me so happy i could vomit;

oh! hey there. is anybody home? my bad, ya’ll. it’s been a whirlwind couple of weeks and i’m lucky if i even remember deodorant most days. now let’s cut the crap. ever see that one episode of 30 rock? the one where jack watches a home video of one of his childhood birthdays and sees […]

mother-lover;

my mother is a well-loved lady. when i was little i was always so startled by how many people would stop her in the grocery store, and told myself if half as many people stopped me in the grocery store to talk to me, i’d be content. ’cause then i’d be technically half as cool […]

{feed the mackenzies} doctor who blue velvet tardis cake;

last month was a pretty nutty one in boston. pressure cooker bombs? lockdown? manhunt? city is shut down? it all sounds straight out of a sci-fi movie. orson scott card called, and he wants his plot back. in a way, it was terrifying and stressful. in other ways, completely fascinating to reload reddit until 5am […]

a montreal itinerary;

{this past valentines day weekend i got myself on a greyhound and traveled all the way to montreal. for other itineraries, click here.} get to south station at 7am after a valentine’s date of romantic egg sandwiches eaten under the glow of subway lights and alfred hitchcock, which is to say i was under a […]

{feed the mackenzies} orange-glazed cinnamon rolls;

one month into my gender studies class and i’ve realized the following: i sort of find the “women’s protein” powder i bought a few weeks ago hilariously sexist, and i’m an inherently domestic lady. which probably stems from the fact that nothing excites me more than “NEW CANDLE FROM TJ MAXX DAY!”, one of my […]

all the happy tears;

{josh ritter at cabaret du mile end, montreal. february 2013} we interrupt this blog of corgi love,¬†fangirling, and nerdy gifs to bring you an overly dramatic post about the first love of my life, josh ritter. guys, i got to see him the flesh this weekend in montreal. my years of adoration and dreams of […]

dear russell, the apartment rat;

to my dearest russell, my newest roommate, and most memorable apartment rat. your days are numbered. your meals feasting upon the dropped crumbs of my orange cinnamon rolls are dwindling. your little rat teeth have gnawed on the pipes of two now-defunct dishwashers. and i know you deviously rub your paws together each night as […]