• Dried cherries from Walgreens. Dear god these things are amazing. • Jezzball. • Grow. • The new Kings of Leon album. Finally, I’ve come around to liking it after a month of feeling extremely “meh” about it. And I can pinpoint the exact moment my opinion changed: Mother’s Day, at my aunt and uncle’s cabin, just as a political discussion was getting heated and I realized I couldn’t sit there and not say anything…
My aunt runs a port-a-potty business. When I went home for Mother’s Day last weekend, I saw my aunt and uncle’s new (okay, it’s two years old, but I don’t get to visit them that often) house, and came away with a big bag of half-rolls of toilet paper. Turns out my aunt collects what’s left of the clean rolls when she collects the units, and saves them to use in her own home. But…
He/she does not have a name yet, as he/she has only been in this world since April 20 and therefore does not have an easily identifiable gender. Therefore, the floor is open for names — unisex names obviously being the easiest and most egalitarian to choose at this point — but I will certainly pass along the gender once it’s identified (the entire world’s axis rotation depending on a gender ID, yeesh) so that we…
• Give me $100 so my rent check won’t bounce. • Better yet, buy me a house. • Get my jokes. They’re not that obscure. • Make my arms stop peeling. How many layers, exactly, did I burn? • Squash this insufferable anxious ennui that’s churning in my gut at all times. • Give me some kind of hope that I’m not wasting my twenties being even angstier and weirder and lonelier than my teens.…
He’s busy blogging here this week as the MIM 2007 Web Guru, but he had time to come out for dinner and a movie with me. We saw the Aqua Teen flick. There’s not much I can say about it except damn. And I thought my inner monologue was random and absurd. Perhaps the only thing weirder than the movie itself was the woman in the theater who laughed non-stop through the entire movie. If…
• There is no Apt. 13 in my building. I just noticed today. • I love the Pizza Cafe. Can I reiterate that enough?• I’ve been biting my nails a bit more than usual. Ouch. And WTF?• My foot is sore. But I need to suck it up and get back to the gym after a long hiatus that has basically left my ass dragging. • Sometimes I want to mate with my camera and…
This precious internet access is costing me 20 cents a minute, so I figured I’d better tell the world how stupid I am. If there happened to be any doubt left, that is. Okay, gotta go pick up my copies.
• The heat bringing the bugs out of the wall. I have seen a roach dying on my floor as well as two spindly legged spiders peeking from holes in the wall of the stairwell. Shudder. • The fact that I am actively avoiding getting my car’s oil changed. • Boys and the way they revert to acting like 15-year-olds when within two feet of breasts. • Knowing that I have to be at the…
If you have a moment — and I know you do, between refreshing the Drudge Report and gawking at Suicide Girls — please click here and leave comment that says, simply, “Team Awesome as Hell.” For those of you with functioning curiosity nodes, allow me to explain why you should do this thusly: My pal Shane, a fabulous illustrator, is involved in some friendly illustratorly fisticuffs over at Fist-A-Cuffs. The basic premise is that a…
I spent the weekend with my family, which gave me a chance to listen to something other than the indie/emo/folk/anti-folk crapola on my iPod. Which is always kind of interesting; it’s like simultaneously being transported back to my delicately sheltered girlhood (where the musical stylings of Reba McIntyre and John Michael Montgomery had me singing along happily) and being bashed repeatedly over the head with the embarrassing lameness of nu-country or whatever the hell you…
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