Okay, I feel slightly better. Took a shower and ran some errands. Got groceries. Picked up some sparkling wine so I can have mimosas during Futurama‘s Comedy Central premiere. How festive. I don’t know what I’m all worked up over. I mean, I finally did something I should have done a long time ago and now everything is just really, really off. I crave distractions, and the ultimate resolution to this ongoing ordeal. I look…
I finally made it out to some haunted houses this weekend, starting with Nightshade Manor Sunday night and the two Nightmarez Haunts in Cordova last night. Nightshade Manor was decent last year, but it seems like it improved this year. They added a hallway lit by strobes where heads and chains and (plastic) barbed wire hang from the ceiling so that you bump into nasty stuff as you make your way through. There was no…
This time last year, I was sitting at my desk at work, thinking about how gross I felt, and as I slurped down the last sugary mouthful of a canned Coke, I realized — as the clouds parted and the angels sang and God stroked his honky bearded chin in approval — that soda was going to have to go. So that very moment I resolved to make that Coke my last. Ever. And to…
The other day I finally finished The Game, that supposed bastion of seduction secrets. By the end of the book, I was ready for all of the major players to plan a suicide pact and just end their disgusting, miserable lives once and for all, allowing the rest of L.A. and the world a little breathing room. And dignity. But, sadly, not even Mystery — who threatened repeatedly — had the proverbial balls to do…
I go to Hawaii in two weeks. I have but one swimsuit. I have but one battery for my camera, and a mere pair of one-gig memory cards (that will probably last me three hours). I don’t have a big ol’ bundle of cash saved up like I ought to. But am I worried? Hell no.
[for Friday, Sept. 7] There’s a lot I want to say, but I don’t know where to start. There’s a lot I need to say, to get it written down, because writing it down helps make it real, helps it dissolve into the ether that is life. For a long time, I have wanted my life to change. And now everything has changed. Everything. This is a situation of my making. And I’m having a…
Yeah, I made that joke. Sue me. I just bought tickets to Hawaii. I’m all giddy and shit because I’ve never skipped the pond before. Hell, I’ve barely skipped the Mississippi, so this is a big deal for me. I consider the seven-hour layover in Seattle to be part of the adventure. Anyone want to recommend something fun and quick to do at 6 a.m. on a Tuesday in that city? While you’re waiting on…
Let me tell you something about my life, internet. It’s fucked. I mean, my life is great in a lot of ways, blah blah obligatory qualifications hooey. I have my health, my freedom, my family, and some truly amazing people in my life. But my life is — and I am — fucked up in ways that are just stupid and frustrating and constant and epic. I have had the kind of week — okay,…
I always get bummed out when Bonnaroo rolls around and I’m not there. Why can’t I ever seem to pony up the $200 in time to get my ass to Manchester? Luckily there are local eyes and ears there for me (and I’m constantly checking the wire at work to see what the latest is; there’s been a death already). EJ over at Loudersoft is blogging and taking pictures, and the CA has a reporter…
My grandmother, my aunt Cindy, my sister Krissie, and my mom. Today we sat around a table outside in the absolutely gorgeous mid-May weather, just up a bank from the river in Parsons, and I listened to each of them describe their lives as wives and mothers. It’s a tale of cooking and cleaning and confusion and unconditional love. My grandmother likes to tell the story of her persnickety children and late husband, who were…
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