I fell in love with Dave Eggers long before I even knew who he was. As an easily influenced junior in college, one of my journalism professors gave me a subscription to Might Magazine as a gift.
�This is just the kind of magazine you’d be perfect for, she said. She was right. I loved Might [...]

My ass hurts.
It probably hurts, because I’ve been kicking myself all day long.
I messed up. I messed up big-time.
As you well know, I’m a copywriter for a medium-sized software company with roughly 20 million users. I am the only copywriter for this software company, but that’s another story for another time.
A few weeks ago [...]

the bt and doughty duet “never come back down” has been on repeat most of the day and it’s making me want to crawl inside my own ears and have a little dance session with the voices in there. plus if i could do that, i wouldn’t have to deal with the wrong number debacle.

i had to go to the post office this morning. yes, i know i spend entirely too much time going to and talking about the post office, but deal with it.
so i went to the post office to parcel out some parcels and i was helped by none other than mr. yummilicious postmaster himself. [...]

all about the customer service/sex line debacle in this week’s working with the web.

i’m having a bit of a rough day. it’s not like a bunch of bad things happen, but it’s all those little annoying things that are just piling up one on top of the other that are making me want to cry.
so i fucked up the customer service number and i’m overwhelmed with the sudden [...]

ok, so i just happened up this going once, going twice, sold!! entry while checking out my stats. how pathetic is it that i read the comments and then laughed and laughed and laughed right out loud, here in my apartment all by myself?

grr. i fucked up and i’m so mad at myself i could just spit. we had to send an email to a bunch of customers and i fucked up our customer service number, and you know because screwing up the number they need to call if that questions wasn’t bad enough, i screwed it up [...]

sonja just rolled in. she’s still pretty shook up about Wellstone’s death. It’s so hard, because i never know what to say to someone after they’ve lost someone. sonja was a member of wellstone’s campaign staff in 1990, was volunteering this year, and was friends with the woman staffer killed in the crash. she still [...]

happy anniversary to me!

you all ought to thank the outlaw for saving you from an insufferable post about loneliness and not being built for love. i had just pulled my weeping ass off the bed and had worked myself into a real tizzy, aimed and ready to fire.
but then the phone rang and it was him. and while [...]

i’m sitting here in my “office” (which is really supposed to be the dining room, but since i have no dining furniture, it houses oberon, a few bookcases and what not) working. yeah, i’m working on a sunday, i have to. i’ve been such an unmotivated, bad attitude workerbee that i’ve fallen a bit behind, [...]

i HATE daylight’s saving day with a passion. i’m just hyper-conscious of the time all day long. i’m tired and wonky and just not comfortable with the way the time is moving or not moving.

“how come everytime we come home jodi’s wearing the crown?” stinky asked as he entered the livingroom.
“because i’m the prettiest princess,” i said sticking my tongue out at jaycie who had already opened her mouth to protest.
“i’m the prettiest princess.”
“nuhuh, i am!”
“why do we let her babysit again?” stinky asked.
“she’s cheap,” sister #2 said.

“paul wellstone died in a plane crash,” jaycie informed me incase i didn’t know, “mommy told me after preschool. he was our hero. we’re very sad.”