whenever i hear weezer’s “good life” i think of working at the gas station. one of my job’s at the gas station was to stock the cooler. there’s a magic land behind the shelves and shelevs of mountain dew and diet coke, that i just loved. i would put on my head phones, shove the [...]

the mean reds have faded into the night. i’m gonna be alright. and, despite what thomas thinks, the mean reds aren’t useless emotions. they come and they go, there’s nothing wrong with it. you have to live through the depths to really appreciate the peaks.
some people think i should take pills to get rid [...]

i tried everything i could think of to keep the mean reds at bay. i ate a healthy dinner involving vegetables, i did the dishes, i wrote christmas cards, and i mindlessly watched old episodes of sex in the city. but it ended with the one where carrie and aidan break up. and i sat [...]

i decided the best thing to do to get my mind off the mean reds was to do some christmas cards. as you know i have a christmas card buying problem. you’ll be happy to know that i haven’t bought any yet this year. but then again, i haven’t been in any christmas card selling [...]

while i was sitting at my desk this afternoon, the mean reds suddenly overtook me. i’d been battling them for about a week, but i think with the holidays upon us, i couldn’t keep them at bay any longer.
i just suddenly felt so meaningless. it was gross. really gross. i had freaked myself out over [...]

this is just in from the wire: crush on artguy is over. i repeat crush on artguy is over.
that is all.

and another thing. my sisters got the DVD/Pop Culture edition of trivial pursuit for thanksgiving play. i cannot wait to kick their asses.

here’s why i have a crush on the artguy. because he compells me to write things like this:
now onto the creativity thing. i think it’s some sort of genetic compulsion. i think it’s something you’re born with and you can’t fight. well you can, if you take pills. this compulsion to create, in my case [...]

i am listening to leonard cohen recite “a thousand kisses” deep and it’s making my parts all tingly and my knees quite like jello. it reminds me of how the TTHM used to recite such things to me and make me all squishy inside.
gah, my heart is actually racing.

“i remember this one time i was at o’gara’s. i was all dressed up for something and this guy came up and asked me for my autograph. he thought i was skippy handelman from Family Ties.”
“oh my god I LOVE SKIPPY!”
that will probably be the conversation of the day.

since i can’t write, i am going to curl up in bed with my new favorite 6′5″ redhaired boy. he’s Gurney from John Beckman’s The Winter Zoo. so far gurney’s kind of an emotional trainwreck, having left his newborn baby in iowa to run to poland and hang out with his cousin jane who he’s [...]

i tried to write this thing about crushes for the newly redesigned bittersweetheart, but it was going like a train wreck. i only got about four paragraphs in when i had to hang it up. it was making no sense, even to me. i wanted to capture what it’s like to have a crush. to [...]

i dunno where this sudden silent phase came from. it’s starting to bug me a little. i’m not using any words at all. i’m thinking thoughts, just not writing, which has me stumped. it’s not that i suddenly got this fabulously glamorous life or anything, i have time, i just can’t seem to write. i [...]

a tale of tyranny is up over at backwash.

Here’s a tale of winter woe, for you in warm climes who have never experienced the devastation of a winter storm. I warn you, there is some sad tales of domination that follow—you’ve been warned.
It’s been snowing for the past day and half here in Minnesota. Yeah, what a surprise! Snow in Minnesota! But [...]