i’ve just finished addressing and licking and whatnotting my christmas cards. monday i will venture forth into the post office and buy some more stamps. you should probably pray that i make it out alive, because the odds are not so good.
also, i’ve discovered that there has got to be a better address keeping system [...]

1. i would miss watching the bowlers try to put the ninja and the alien into odd sex positions
2. who would get the miller high life, the champagne of beers, for that one guy?
3. the positive female energy that kent needs to bowl well would be missing
4. i don’t believe mic would be able to [...]

can i get a woop woop? do you know how excited this station makes me? hey, they even have a blog. now, i wonder if they’re hiring. . .

instead of partaking in Hell, Inc.’s corporate festivus hooha festival at the Mall of America, i’m going to take a nap. i feel completely unequipped to deal with life in any way lately. i don’t want to be here in my apartment, but the mintue i’m somewhere else i just want to be at home. [...]

for the past week or so, i’ve been listening to Ann Patchett’s Truth & Beauty: A Friendship. it’s a book she wrote about her friendship with poet Lucy Grealy. Grealy, whose Autobiography of a Face i read last month for my book club, affected me quite a bit, though i did not particularly enjoy the [...]

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there’s a bounty of things to be happy for today. and we’re just gonna take it moment by moment here at Hell, Inc. because that can change in a blink.
first, one of my coworkers just walked around with a box full of warm chocolate chip cookies. apparently one of our vendors sent them over.
second, orangey [...]

my westernerdian pal, zook, has started a campaign to keep me upbeat and smiling while stuck here in the arctic pits of Hell, Inc. in his quest he sends me totally rad mp3s (the queers, “see you later fuck face” screeching weasel “i don’t give a fuck” are two examples), and he also asks me [...]

it probably was not a good idea to ingest a medium mint condition from caribou at 6:30 tonight. but if sister #2 is kind enough to bring it the bowling alley for me, who am i to object? i mean really, that’d just been rude.
i was at the bowling alley because i had dinner with [...]

1. despite how much i hate it, i have to go grocery shopping tonight
2. but not until i finish eating dinner with the sister club
3. today, at Hell, Inc. i laughed so hard i cried. my coworkers are some kind of funny
4. sister #2 read The Time Traveller’s Wife in just over 24 hours.
5. left [...]

things are not going well here at supergenius headquarters. we’re in a funk. a deep icky, stinky funk that leaves us mostly impotent with some sort of weird rage of sorts. but it’s not really rage it’s more like apathy with a hint of rage, if that’s at all possible. it’s tough. of course most [...]

i awoke from my good night’s slumber at the ungodly hour of 7:30. now, while 7:30 is downright respectable on monday mornings, it’s nothing less than a sacrilege on sundays.
i didn’t wake of my own accord. no, i was wakened by the wind. it was howling in a most dramatic fashion. so much so [...]

Books > Sunday Book Review > Essay: An Art Like Everything Else” href=”http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/12/books/review/12JONGL.html?8hpib=&pagewanted=print&position=”>Erica Jong writes about Sylvia Plath, her death, Plath’s daughter’s protectiveness over her parents’ legacy, and the new edition of Ariel in today’s New York Times.

well after making the artguy, jess, the minion, the freelancer, and chicken little read my story. i’ve decided that it’s probably the roughest draft ever in the history of hte world. i also decided that it’s okay to hand off something that’s really rough to a group of readers. i’ve also decided that i should [...]

i was on the verge of giving up and just handing in an old story to my class. but then i stumbled on something i had written about memphis. then it blossomed. now it’s this clunky beast of a thing that’s nto quite hanging together properly. but it’s done. a new story by me. and [...]