Lynda Hodge

design. tunes. opinions. etcetera.

hissssss

hooooolly! 
quit laying on 
my friggin' 
keyboar

hmmmmm

holllllllly, have you been laying on my  ckin' keyboard again?

pork tri-per-fecta

i'm definitely gonna have to make the trek out to Park Circle for an E.V.O. wood-fired pizza fix soooon. since it's recognition in the "101 things to savor, slurp and suck down in chucktown" article in last month's city paper... my buds can't be satisfied. a heaven-in-your-mouth deliciousness that must be expeienced by all.

      

the pork trifecta: house made sweet sausage, pepperoni, smoked bacon, house mozzarella and red sauce

iiii’m baaaaack.

oh twitter, how i've missed thee, too. 

'tis true. i've completely neglected any interwebz updates this summer. from a weeklong press check in atlanta to a girl's rendezvous in NYC to a rainy weekend in a treehouse to a business trip in the french west indies to a birthday celebration in mexico to a 7 hour river float, (plus, the ninety-some crazy days in between)… this has been one intense summer shuffle. 

     

welcome home?

sheesh. QUITE the 2am homecoming last night. pixel (my fish) is dead. doorbell box on the floor. gigantic twitching cockroach in the toilet. rotten banana i forgot to take out on the coffee table. mysterious cat poop on the floor. and, the hook snapped on my (formerly) hanging 3' x 5' vintage banner... which then on the way down, knocked off the stuff i hoard on the mantel. my small, clean and adorable king street apartment looked like a flat from trainspotting. yay for a successful weekend getaway. 

  

two opposable thumbs up.

this never gets old... it's SO spot on. hilarious.

R.I.P.

let's all bow our heads, take a moment of silence and say a little prayer...

(and then rush home to burn some backup DVDs.)

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