“hi,” the artguy said as i sat down in my chair.
“hello,” i said.
“are you in a bad mood or something?”
“what? why do you ask that?” i said.
“well, you’re only cordial when you’re grumpy,” he said.
“gee, i’m glad i’m so transparent,” i said.
“it’s not bad.”
“yes, it is,” i said. “so you’re telling me i’m usually a [...]

when mrs. leery admitted to her husband mitch that she’s a cheap cheezy whore whose been sleeping with someone for months, i started to cry.
a few scenes later, when mitch told the cheezy whore about how he had made an instantaneous decision to love her the moment he met her and then now he’s made [...]

ok, it’s not that i’m totally sad. it’s just that work chaos and my exhaustion have collided in a way that’s so not fun and/or attractive and/or productive. i’m chasing away superadultresponsiblegirl and plan on curling up with a giant bowl of salad and disc 2 of season 1 of dawson’s creek. yep, that’s what [...]

clearly all the fun eye contact has sent my eyes into some sort of weird downward spiral of sorts. there’s an odd cloud floating over my left eye. i can’t seem to get rid of it. i have, of course, decided it’s glaucoma. what’s odd is i didn’t have the glaucoma when i left for [...]

i couldn’t tell if it was just me or not. but last night in class it seemed like sweet, sweet rob was talking only to me. everytime i looked up he was looking at me. then, after class, FFJ said something about he how he kept looking at me. and, you know, when you had [...]

well, it seems i know what happened to the nibbled Dipp from yesterday. apparently there was a momentary malfunction in the wrapping/cutting process, because in the very next Dipp that i opened (right now), there was the nibbled portion. it had somehow found it’s way into the wrapper of the next Dipp. or, at least [...]

i stole this from andrea’s zlog.
Nickname: i defy nicknames
Age: 32
Dependents: paco and madison
Method of wasting time: reading, writing, and the replacements
Personality: i got personality to spare
Priority One: honesty
Personal hell: the mirror
Livelihood: copywhorewriter
Blood type: O, i think
Candy: can i have ice cream instead?
That girl: whose always the last one talking at the slumber party
Food nemesis: mushrooms
Broken [...]

sometimes life becomes a little too adult for me. the work stress, the responsibilities, the need to be nonanti-social– sometimes, like today, it’s just entirely more than i can deal with. maybe it’s because i spent most of the weekend working. maybe it’s because lately my time has been everyone’s but mine. maybe it’s because [...]

say it was 4:13 and you had decided that you were kinda hungry, so you dug into your super swanky bag and unearthed a delicious looking chewy Dipps granola bar made by the Quaker Oats man. ok, let’s say that while your stomach was making those hungry, hungry, hippo noises you unwrapped the chocolately bit [...]

one of my new favorite things about the TTHM is his new found appreciation for the genius of st. paul and the replacements. i do, of course, take total credit for this, because well, it’s all because of me! it started with the Songs of Loneliness and Heartache that i made for him about 100 [...]

i have to be to work at 9:30 tomorrow, because OHMYGODWEHAVEADEADLINE has come and gone and now we’re just in full-on freakout mode.
so anyway, if sleep were a train leaving for chicago right this very instant travelling at 49 mph, headed straight for me and i was in ruby heading down the road towards [...]

FFJ said:
the superhero in me that cannot be supressed sometimes is “The Vodo Hostess.” this savvy bitch can put together just about any event in less than 10 minutes and pull it off with grace and pizzaz.
i’m curious as to other people’s inner superheroes. . . well?

so i was laying in bed, naked as i often lay in bed when the phone rang.
“hey,” Best Friend Kari (BFK henceforth) said. “what are you doing?”
“laying in bed.”
“oh, did i wake you up?”
“no.”
“you were just laying in bed?”
“yeah, i was pondering all the stuff that i should be doing.”
“well at least you’re coming up [...]

i’ve shape-shifted from usual supergenius, to Superadultresponsiblegirl. SARG, as i like to call her, has had her ass kicked this week with busy business of being busy. work has come and made me its bitch, and now i bow before the mighty dollar. it’s tough when you work in a job that’s sort of cyclical [...]

from an e-mail sent to FFJ:
so rob walks in with a fucking replacements t-shirt on and i nearly wet my pants. i mean, come on! is he trying to seduce me in the middle of class or what?
“nice shirt,” i spooj all over him.
“yeah, i’m a litle behind on laundry,” he blushes and moves his [...]