Standard issue summer Briana 

Comes with high waisted shorts

Standard issue summer Briana

Comes with high waisted shorts


September is an excellent month.

It’s also my birthday month so September=the month of Briana. 

I ran with Mike this morning, Mr., Oh, I never run but I’m going to casually run at a 7:30 minute mile pace for my first 5k and win a medal (actually happened in January). 

So as a result I ran my fastest mile, my fastest overall 2 mile time (previously 19:34), and fastest average pace for a run (previous was 9:44). 

I think I’ll keep him. Only he was just casually jogging along and kept being like “come on!” “let’s finish strong!” and I wanted to punch him. 

Now I have to find a place for us to eat lunch and have a drink in the suns. 

I did my laundry at the most exciting laundry place today and that is not a joke. 

We had a lazy morning, I had a little breakfast of coffee with 1/2 and 1/2, slice of millet bread with butter, salami, and cheese, and I poked around online for a while searching for shoes. 

I am really in need of cute shoes that actually hold up for walking. On Friday when we went downtown we ended up walking about 2 1/2 to 3 total miles, and my little 2” ankle booties—which I would have formerly classified as comfortable shoes—rubbed the skin off my heel and gave me blisters. If anyone has cute non tennis shoe options, send them my way. Also if anyone can find me the perfect black lower calf length studded moto type boot, I will love you forever. 


Then we went to do laundry at a place called Spin Laundry Lounge. It’s so cool you guys; they literally took everything shitty about a laundromat and reversed it. 

It’s well lit and nice looking, has new, fast equipment, free soap (hypoallergenic, natural, coconut oil based soap of course), has free wifi, food, drinks (including beer and wine), etc. 

It was actually really funny because nearby is Mississippi Ave., a street with a lot of restaurants and stuff, and we’d planned to check it out while our laundry was going. But it was too fast! They offer a text service when your wash is done, and I got a text in 15 minutes! 

Anyway I ran back and switched out our stuff, while Mike ordered us food at a brewery a few blocks away. I had a nice IPA and this fucking salad. 

Oh my god, this salad—it was kale, bacon, gouda, seed brittle, soft egg, and brown butter balsamic dressing. It was the best salad I have ever had, and Mike’s looked good too. 

Also on the way back we saw a really important book. 

So we went back and folded our clothes—the whole washing/drying process having taken only 45 minutes—did a few more errands, and went home.

We stopped for frozen yogurt and I overdid myself a bit, it’s 7:25 pm and I still not hungry. 

Portland is the best, I am so happy right now. 

I love you and I don’t even have anything clever to say this is just an A+ comment
Also no one has ever said that, generally I think I look bitchy and such



I love you and I don’t even have anything clever to say this is just an A+ comment

Also no one has ever said that, generally I think I look bitchy and such


Dinner from last night; potted shrimp, bread with really good butter and sea salt, meats and cheese, and pickled things. I like all pickled things except…pickles (so cucumbers, I know). I despise pickles. But there were pickled fruits, eggs, mustard, and a chutney and it was all nice. I love a good board of stuff. 

Also I had this orangey whiskey drink, it had grapefruit and rhubarb liqueurs and various other things, as craft cocktails do, and a manhattan.

Both were delicious, but good christ I wish I had the money to drink like this always, this was a 15 dollar drink…maybe I’ll actually eventually get a job that makes money, hey? One can dream. 

I did love this place a lot though. 

Also bathroom selfies, my eyes always get sort of red when I drink. 

Hello this is me on a box and in a box

I don’t cry when sad things happen usually

But this morning I saw a video of baby pigs and I cried because they were so cute.

Like, actual tears ran down my face because of PIGLETS BEING CUTE. 

What the fuck is wrong with me who cries because things are cute?

I got to wear PANTS last night I was so happy

Fall fall fallllll I can’t wait

Hold lines with ads makes me want to fling myself into a pit of flaming needles 

I’ve been on hold for 15 minutes, do you KNOW how many times I have heard each of your fucking ads?



why can’t hold lines just be silent


I am feeling very snacky lately, like I genuinely am not interested in real meals ever. Intuitive eating wise obviously I am just rolling with it but it makes it hard to eat enough veggies, so I need to work on that. 

  • Breakfast: toast with peanut butter and honey, nectarine, coffee with 1/2 and 1/2 
  • Snack: cake square 
  • Lunch (my only real meal today was lunch?? Bizarre it’s usually the opposite): one slice of leftover pizza, salad greens and broccoli, ranch
  • Snack: another cake slice (they are small leave me alone it’s so good) 
  • Snack again: slice of toast with butter and sea salt, a sort of london fog. I didn’t foam milk so it was just earl grey, 1/2 and 1/2, and sugar free vanilla syrup.

Try a london fog if you haven’t already, they are lovely. It’s a tea latte with earl grey tea, steamed milk, and vanilla syrup. Even if the coffee shop doesn’t have it on the menu, it’s super easy to make and explain. 

I have felt horrid all day (cramps blah) but after I worked I took a nap and I feel better now. 

I am going to start getting ready in an hour or so and then Mike and I are going adventuring downtown. There is this bar with small plates my friend told me about that I want to try, so we are going to bus it and get a wee dinner and a few drinks.