You Know There's No Pet Store In Town When....

A family in India that plays with a sloth bear as they would any other family pet was given a nod on MSNBC today. While this sloth bear seems to be comparable in size to a hefty St. Bernard, haven't we seen this humans befriending wild animals and then being torn to pieces play out before? (Did Timothy Treadwell's death not deter you from finding a pet in the woods?) I'm sure they're cute and cuddly at first, gladly taking food out of your hand and becoming giddy over long belly rubs, but when the food stops coming, the humans become the meal. In this case, the sloth had no time to pick up salt and pepper as it was recently taken from the family by wildlife officials. If you look past the claws, he actually is pretty cute, no?

                                           Photo courtesy of MSNBC/Biswaranjan Rout / AP

Lazy Weekend

When I was young, I thought my early twenties would be full of glamorous nights on the town, fancy cocktails, and fabulous clothing (side note: using phrases like "on the town" may be part of why I don't feel like a typical twenty year old. I'll be updating my iPhone and my expressions today). But when work is busy, going to the movies and then laying around in my tights and Target kimono while watching full seasons of SATC for the rest of the weekend is feelin' pretty fabulous to me. 

(this is totally what I look like while lounging. from peacocklaceface.blogspot.com)

Happy Weekend 

Running a 5k

Hello blog spot--long time, no type (That's going to be my only reference to my insanely sporadic blogging. My excuse is too typical to warrent writing).

Since we last spoke, I graduated from college, found a (temp) job--temp to hire!--and have done little else with my life. In college I had all of these grandiose ideas of how life would be post-graduation: I'd have a nonexistent but roach-free apartment in Williamsburg with two cool, foreign roommates, with whom I would spend almost no time because I'd be busy impressing magazine editor's at my job as an editor's assistant and spend my nights living it up in Manhattan. Television and optimistic professors can really mislead people.

This is not to scoff at my current situation--one that I won't divulge too deep into or else it'll sound like self-pitying. I'm currently doing alright considering the job market. But devotion to a desk job certainly isn't fulfilling, so I've been training to run a 5k (Note: training in the case means since last Tuesday, when I decided to run this thing, I've jogged three times. Here, here for progress!) My hope is that I won't be running it alone; I "recruited" my boyfriend who used to run cross country (but now intently sits on his couch) to join me, but his progress is even less impressive than mine (0 times since Tuesday).

I'll let you know how the training goes. I'm off to the gym!