[Oh everybody waits so long] I’ve posted some of my clips in case you’re wondering what I’ve been up to this summer. Tomorrow’s it. Then I’m off to New York. Then it’s back to the ‘Boro for ever and ever, since I’ve bought multiple items from Davis Market. Oh my dear lord. I had a ritzy lunch yesterday atop the AmSouth building here in town. A dress code, different courses, silverware that must be used…
[Somewhere I’m not scatterbrain] Do any of you have relatives who send you page after electronic page of politically motivated forwards? I know Amber’s grandfather sends her conservative racist propaganda all the time, as if one poorly formatted e-mail might convince her that George Bush is a hardworkin’ man just like you and me. Phil’s mom sends all kinds of propaganda to my Earthlink account about politics and religion and the necessary relationship between the…
[Let’s have a ball and a biscuit, sugar] The yard sale was a success. I made $16, but more importantly, I got rid of several pairs of too-small jeans that had been taunting me for years. Amanda cleaned up with more than $50. We did a lot of crap-exchanging with one another. A T-shirt for a wallet, etc. Just shuffling the former creature comforts around. We partied hard that night. I spent Sunday throwing up.…
[No more cinders from the sky] When I was ready to sit down and get to work today, I was informed that I’d be taking part in an intern photograph shoot, where they pose me at a computer and my supervisor points at the screen, looming over my shoulder, as if he’s instructing me. So this guy with a big camera gets all around us and I’m trying not to crack my stupid, embarrassed grin…
[The big fish eat the little ones] This site is fantastic. Babysitting went pretty well. There were only two meltdowns: one over a Pokemon card and the other over a face-first smack into the kitchen floor. Sometimes if you stare at a kid long enough, they get creeped out and stop bawling out of sheer discomfort. I can’t wait to get home this weekend and clear out my crap and sell it to the gullible…
[If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts] I need a haircut. I’m starting to look a little like Dorothy Hamill. Tomorrow’s going to be exhausting. I’ll be babysitting from 8 a.m. until 4 p.m., when I will drive what one of my editors calls “the al-Qaida cell” to the News office to meet their grandmother. Then I work from 4 until midnight, copy editing. I’ll be dead this time tomorrow, and…
[No one knows how low we’ll go] Patrick and Amber came to visit this weekend. We watched all twelve episodes of The Office, a British mockumentary show that is absolutely brilliant. I had never seen it before, but I couldn’t stop watching it. It makes American comedy like Anchorman (one of the worst ten movies I have ever seen) look terribly, terribly sophomoric and sad. I want to put Tim (Martin Freeman) in my pocket…
[Rising with the sons of madness crossing over the road ] Swimsuit shopping makes me feel like cartoon Cathy. I just want to throw my hands up in the flurry of nylon and proclaim my refusal to participate in the cruel game purpotrated on women by the fashion industry. I haven’t bought a swimsuit since I was in 11th grade, and it seems to have gotten more complicated. I remember that even then it was…
[I want to wake up naked next to you, kissing the curve in your clavicle] Phil saved me. I was starting to lose it and he swooped in and saved me, simple as that. He took me crusing in his ultra-smooth new ride, which he loves completely. So I’m sitting here at work while he wiles away the time in my room, which is thick with the stench of bird-death. I can’t help but feel…
[Got a car, got some gas] Phil got a 1996 Buick Park Avenue. I haven’t seen it yet, but here’s what the Internet tells me it looks like: He says he loves it. He has a thing for big showboating cars with hood ornaments. He drove a shit-brown ’69 Chevy Nova when we first started dating and it was pretty sexy on him. AM radio only. Anemic AC/heat. Those nice big bench seats. +++ I…
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