my coworkers are always amazed that weapons seem to appear wherever i go. exacto knives, scissors, my own pencil. . . see, i am quite fond of dramatic statements like, “if she doesn’t shut up i am going to shove my pencil through her eye.” somehow they’ve decided that i might be dangerous. today, in [...]
disturbing is hearing your name on the 10 o’clock news. Mom, 2 kids found dead in Long Prairie home: Authorities would not identify those found dead, but friends of the family living in the home at 620 Second Ave. N.E. said they were Holly Chromey, 49, and her 18-year-old daughter Katie Zapzalka and 16-year-old son [...]
i feel like i have 7-up in my sinuses. they feel all bubbly and carbonated. it’s not fun. of course the joke is that i’ve gotten SARS and am rampantly spreading it around. i just want to go home and sleep for 100 years. in other news, i’m going to go buy some swanky new [...]
ok, darling ones, this is gonna sound crazy but i can’t shake it. something big is going down. i dunno if it’s just personally or universally. but i can feel it in my bones. my entire being is jittery with anticipation. mark my words. something big’s coming. now, i’m going to bed. must. . . [...]
while i was busily and happily working my ass off today i managed to catch a cold. it blows. i can’t hardly swallow and i’m a sneezing fool. this totally blows. i have lots to do this week and really haven’t the time for a cold– dinner with the best friend, a trip to see [...]
i spent most of last night plauged by bizarre dreams involving work, the cross country team from college, my cats, and a multimedia presentation from the former-outlaw called “blog misery” that said he would see me on saturday to discuss our relationship further. i also dreamt i was late for work and it was all [...]
these are the songs i’ve been sitting here singing outloud to myself in my very successful attempts not to think at all. and here’s a word of advice, if you have any plans to break my heart like the former outlaw (or any heart for that matter) take a few words from ol’ paul westerberg [...]
paul simon’s father and daughter song makes me wish i were a man and could have a daughter and sing her this song all the time. i sing it to jaycie, max and cade all the time, but it’s not the same. this song is just so wonderful it makes my heart ache for children [...]
when sister #4 returns from her european jaunt, i think i’ll update the creepy picture up there. maybe a fantastic unglassesed version. so you can see my swank eyes. or maybe not. who knows? in other news if i can’t find any midol soon i might be forced to put on a bra and leave [...]
. . .with or without my best intentions. i’ve graduated to liz phair today. see how far i’ve progressed? from sobbing over “pictures” to singing along with liz phair and ani difranco. it’s a magical, musical adventure. soon i’ll be listening to semisonic’s “fnt” and claiming, “right on! you sing it mr. wilson. i too [...]
i haven’t quite decided if i’m going to sleep tonight or not. it’s late. i’ve been up since about 6:30 or 7 this (yesterday) morning. mostly i’m afraid to go to sleep. well, not really to sleep, but to lay down and try to let my head empty– that’s what’s frightening me. i’m afraid then [...]
aak. i feel a little like i got run over by a bus. after the emotional turmoil of this morning the last thing i really needed to do was spend the night babysitting jaycie and max. but it was unavoidable. probably a good thing that i didn’t spend the night by myself rehashing my conversation [...]
ironically, the outlaw called. he called just as i was telling sister #3 (since she’s the only one who knew the whole saga) about his “dumping” me. it’s ok. he’s lost interest, and that’s ok. now that i know, i can stop crying and move on and maybe still keep him as a friend– that [...]
you know you’re in a bad way when listening to sheryl crow and kid rock’s “pictures” sends rivers of tears pouring down your cheeks. at least i can chuckle at my own cliched heartbreakedness. i’ve always had quite a flair for the dramatic. today i am going to put all the outlaw’s stuff away. and [...]
one of the wondergeeks just sent me this article: Mark Twain Speaks to Us: “I Am an Anti-Imperialist” by Norman Solomon that quotes Twain as writing, “Loyalty to petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul.” it’s great you should read it.
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