in honor of national poetry month, i present you with: Edge by Sylvia Plath The woman is perfected. Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over. Each [...]
this morning, before i came to work, i dropped my entry for the Speakeasy contest into the mailbox. just thinking about it sort of makes my stomach hurt. this is the first time i’ve tried for something in a long, long time. wish me luck, i really, really, really, really need it.
CHANGE IN IWILLDARE.COM: change is a natural part of life. things change, seasons change, we grow older. it’s time for a change here at iwilldare.com. i hope you can accept it and grow to love the change as much as i do. beautiful robert my teacher will henceforth be known as sweet rob. so it [...]
wondering what to get your most favorite internet sweetheart for her birthday? if you don’t want to send beautiful orange flowers (which is what i want) you can get me the Searching for Inspiration Spiral Notebook, because i really, really want this too.
i dream of throw pillows. when i got home from work yesterday, i cleaned my stove. it was gross. while taking breaks from various other kitchen cleaning type activities, i searched the internet for coffee tables. ever since i ordered my swanky new couch, i’ve been possessed by suzy homemaker. i fantasize about red chairs [...]
“i just love the way you always call him fucker,” the TTHM said, making him the winner of the best line for the day. . . though bonnie came close with her weird west-wing speak about the alleged new snuffleupagus who always wears black. but that was a you had to be there type conversation. [...]
sources close to me tell me that there’s another freakishly tall, somewhat cute guy that works here. i have yet to lay eyes on him, perhaps he will have to become snuffleupagus II. i saw the first snuffie, really tall, really married, really not my type at all. i am eager about this SII, because [...]
A. sometimes i think iwilldare.com needs its very own message board, but then i think then it would be entirely more work than i’m willing to do. B. i need a story idea, anyone got one? C. last night i told the TTHM how my parents used to have a buddha statue and they would [...]
my face is wearing that kind of smug grin that makes me look like i’m up to something. i can’t seem to keep the grin down, it just keeps popping up – even though i’m really quite tired. the face today is all about giving me away. though i’m not sure there’s a lot to [...]
i just had to have a very frank, heart-to-heart conversation with webboy. for those of you following along at home webboy is a co-worker who used to sit next to me until they moved him all the way over to the west side of the building. webboy and i had great fun all the time. [...]
today i am locked in the little box i keep inside myself. a place you will never get to see, and that’s probably a good things because it’s sort of cold and dark in there. tonight is my last night of class, and that makes me sad too. i would give all the money i [...]
another story done. i didn’t think this one would ever get out of me. i think i worried it entirely too much. but now, i can go to bed with a wonderful sense of accomplishment.
THIS JUST IN: i think i have conned the artguy to move in next door. it probably won’t happen, because to move you gotta get a blessing from the pope AND the dali lama, but you know just the idea that he’s enterataining it is victory enough.
i’m still in somewhat of a funk today, and no matter what, i can’t seem to cajole myself out of it. i’m blaming it on all this fucking grey. grey walls where the web team used to sit, grey clouds, and unbeknownst to me, i dressed myself all in grey. yesterday shannon told me i [...]
i just rubbed my eye with a finger that was recently coated with Burt’s Bees beeswax lip balm. i don’t suggest you try this at home. i’m hoping my right eye stops crying before my 11 o’clock meeting.
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