“why are you standing like that?” “because i’m cold!” “take off some of those clothes and i’ll keep you warm.” “hey joan jett, seattle called they want their grunge back.” “not funny.” “could you be wearing more clothes?” “the layered look is in.” “did you just wake up?” “no, why?” “you’re hair is sticking up.” [...]
i told someone today that i was dressed up as a tragic heroine in a purple-hooded sweatshirt and socks that don’t match. i’ve been locked in my head all day in anticipation of writing all weekend, great works of fiction must fly from my fingers since i have to hand in my resume sometime next [...]
as you all know i have a giant crush on my writing class– the entire class. i love it. it’s great because i think the dynamic is wonderful and people seem to be getting pretty comfortable with each other and the discussions are flowing and nobody seems to get defensive. so i love the class, [...]
there’s nobody here today. there’s a big trade show somewhere else, which whisked half the co-workers away, and, for various and sundry reasons, the other half all seem to be somewhere else. i am the only person in my whole row. this blows many goats. i’ve been so quiet, because i don’t talk to myself [...]
if you and i were any sort of cool, we’d just sort of hole up at First Ave from November 13, 14 & 15 don’t you think?
things that suck: 1. having a crush and not having anyone around at the moment to listen to you spooj rhapsodic about the crush 2. being so incredibly tired that you ponder skipping class. 3. socks things that don’t suck: 1. having a crush that makes you smile. 2. going to class despite being so [...]
1. lack of sleep has made me thoughtful and pensive. i need to start going to bed before 2 in the AM, ya know? 2. i wished i had put on more clothes this morning because i’m kinda shivering here. 3. robert never called me back after i left that message (he is not the [...]
i think i might have been hung up on. i was chatting away and the line went silent. earlier in the same conversation he had pretended that he wasn’t there. i thought he was playing me again, but this time, nothing. i want to call back, but it’s so late. i’m telling myself that his [...]
i am listening to the bootleg and we’re singing (yes we, i was at this show, remember and you can bet your sweet ass i was singing as though my heart was gonna break) along to “if only you were lonely” and it’s seriously giving me the shivers. THE SHIVERS. in other news, i am [...]
say you went grocery shopping on sunday and say that, instead of putting your ice cream in the freezer you put it in the fridge. say didn’t notice this until like tuesday and promptly put it in the freezer. could someone who did that still eat that ice cream or is it a lost cause?
i need to cultivate the fine art of pokerfacedness. i am so bad at hiding exactly what i am thinking. witness: me sitting at my desk grinning gleefully over some bit of funniness i just typed out to wondergeekjohn via IM. “what devious plot are you unhatching now,” julie said as she walked by. “nothing,” [...]
tonight when i get home, besides editing the new book, i have some burning to do. minnekeith is getting CMFT and DMS, dana’s getting the gospel according to st. paul and robert’s getting the guthrie bootleg. and, since i’m feeling kind and generous, and because i have a new spindle of cds, are there any [...]
there seems to be much heartache and wringing of hands over my lack of chili this year. it seems a lot of my co-workers were hoping for a face-off after all of last year’s trash talk. sadly i cannot talk any trash as i didn’t make the chili. i feel so left out. i did, [...]
1. i accidentally took a nap. i didn’t mean to. what i meant to do was finish Nell Freudenberger’s Lucky Girls but i found myself sleeping instead, for like two hours. 2. this means i’ll never sleep tonight. 3. while napping i had a bizarre dream about a photographer who lived in a beautiful windowed [...]
i spent a goodly chunk of the night chatting with my best friendboy. he makes me feel good. i was giving him unending shit about bolting from class last week and not waiting for me to spooj endlessly about talking to robert about westerberg. i told him that best friendgirl would have waited. he argued [...]
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