we’ve reached the contant heart-attack/nervous breakdown/hummingbird stage of our worklife. big deadlines loom, there’s a ton of work to be done, and, of course, very little time to do it. it’s sort of extremely stressful and oddly exhilirating all at the same time. i think i like it because ideas are thrown around with incredible [...]

since driving into the city every night wrecks havoc on ruby’s gas tank, we got to see walter the gas station poet on sunday.
“hey girlfriend,” he said when i walked in to pay for my gas. “how are you?”
“good,” i said. it was still a little early for me, considering i hadn’t gone to bed [...]

i was standing next to ruby outside the EZ Stop, a rundown gas station located at the end of Newly Invented Road, which is like a block away from my house. i was fueling up ruby roo, because she was breathing fumes and i had to meet la familia (someday i will check with sister [...]

i’ve only ever cried at work twice. once when shaky introuduced me to the freelancer who had been here 10 mintues and was going to affectively be the boss of me, and today.
“we were talking about you,” she said.
“oh?” i asked.
“yes, we were talking about how important you are to this team.”
“huh?”
“we just don’t like [...]

an actual conversation from saturday afternoon, while drunk [this occured before the burnt lasagna and the movie marathon]
“you mean you could have just gone over there an had sex?” FFJ asked.
“yes,” i said.
“the sex was guaranteed?”
“uhuh.”
“man,” she said. “i can’t believe you turned down the booty call. what were you thinking?”
“i know! i wasn’t [...]

“did you get your hair cut?” graphicsboy asked.
“no, i just brushed it,” i said. “why do you always think i got my hair cut?”
“well it’s usually the same sort of messy every day, when it’s different i think you got it cut.”
“oh please,”i said. “have you ever known me to not get a hair cut [...]

“if you kill yourself i will make love to your dead body.”

at work, you can tell it’s all happening when it’s the friday before labor day weekend and the office is still teeming with people. well, teeming for a friday means like six or seven of us. that’s got to be a world record.
i can’t remember exactly what we were chatting about over the cubewalls. i [...]

“cut out all the exclamation marks. an exclamation mark is
like laughing at your own joke, f. scott fitzgerald,” i said over my left shoulder, my face pointed to the back of my cube. “if you want to laugh at your own joke far be it from me to stand in your way.”
“who are you talking [...]

the couch is here! wahoo. shortly after it arrived i got a call from FFJ.
“this couch is perfect for making out,” i said.
“who you gonna make out with?” she asked.
“probably myself.”
i am so in love with my swanky new couch

“hey, how about we say ‘this book will show you how’?” i asked.
“oh yeah that’s much sexier than ‘instructional’,” maria said.
“you know me,” i said. “all about the sex.”

i am so in love with the old lady working the checkout at walgreens. so in love.
as i stood in line with my kleenex, orange juice, cold-eze, and some sort of cold/allergy pill things she said, “did you find everything you need young lady?”
“yes.”
“oh, she says running my stuff over the boop-booper. you have a [...]

pat just stopped by:
“so they’re all gone?” he asked, surveying the empty cubes where the webteam used to sit.
“yeah, i’m sad,” i said.
“but it will be quiet,” he said.
“i hate quiet!”
then he went on to talk about something else i can’t remember.
“oh, guess what?” i shouted.
“what?”
“robert’s teaching intermediate fiction this summer.”
then he made a weird [...]

“woohoo,” webboy said as he walked by. “did someone get a fancy new haircut?”
“no,” i said.
“oh, what did you do to it?”
“i brushed it.”
“really?”
“yeah, i just brushed it to see what would happen.”
“wow, it looks good.”
“i’m so embarrassed.”
for the record, i’ve got this flame-colored audrey hepburn circa Sabrina thing going on. i might have to [...]

upon his return from florida, webboy was telling me about his sunburned lips and how he’s addicted to some sort of medicated lip spooj to make it all better. i can’t remember the brand he’s using. i took this as an opportunity to rave about how very much i love burt’s bees beeswax lip balm.
“i [...]