To see the dog that bit me on the leg and drew blood THROUGH MY PAJAMAS on Christmas Eve, the magnets my sister and I made over the holidays, my middle sister under the influence of pomegranate martinis, my youngest sister and me getting tattooed, and my youngest sister’s cool lizard king tattoo, go here. … More Redirected
I got the idea from Calliope to do a “greatest hits of 2005” post, and what better time to post such a list than at the peak of the award show season? Best Best book: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Best movie: Crash Best movie character: Charlie Bucket, played by Freddie Highmore Best TV … More And the winner is…
Yesterday when I got home–you remember yesterday, the day I wanted to quit my job and become a mechanic and murder my boss–I had all of 15 minutes to eat, change, and get my grad stuff together for my 5:30 class. As I was dashing around the house grabbing books, opening cans of Beefaroni*, and … More Rest assured I won’t be pursuing a career in appliance repair
You know it’s not going to be your best day at work when the auto-mechanics at the Citgo station where you’re pumping gas elicit strong feelings of job-envy. I should have considered the feeling a sign, called in sick, and hauled my ass back home. I could be feeding the severely stale loaf of bread … More Somebody bring me some (vodka disguised as) water
I don’t care WHAT Susan Sarandon says–those little Stouffer’s Lean Cuisine Bistro meals do NOT taste like they came right off the menu of my favorite corner cafe! Even Suzanna refused the remaining rice from my alleged “Rosemary Chicken” meal earlier today, and this is an animal who regularly eats plush stuffed animals and dead … More Sick
Have you ever had so much going on that you couldn’t light on one thing to focus on (or in this case write about)? That’s me now, and let me tell you, when I finally do find the balanced place I’ll have a story to tell. In the meantime, here are some more re-runs. The … More The following is previously recorded material
I haven’t been able to assemble enough functional brain cells to write new material (they are all on holiday), so I’m taking a cue from the television networks–I’m giving you re-runs. The following is an assortment of previously written poetry…because I don’t want things to get too dusty around here. Happy New Year, people. Seeing … More They show re-runs this time of year
If I had to guess what he’s thinking, I’d say it’s something along the lines of, “Look, we need to talk. Why the hell is it so cold in here? I can’t feel my ears, and if I had balls they’d be frozen solid. Are you trying to ruin my life by making me sleep … More Isn’t he the CUTEST?
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. On Sunday around 10 a.m. I opened The DaVinci Code and was not seen or heard from again for almost eight hours. If you’ve read it–and you liked it–you know of which I speak. I couldn’t stop. It was as if an unseen force was turning the … More I was abducted by a book
I watched “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” tonight for the gazillionth time and only just realized that the Grinch bothers me not because he steals Christmas from the Whos, but because he is mean to Max, his dog.
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