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The best part of taking writing classes at the Loft is the crushes you get on the entire class. Seriously, I love this new class, I just want to squish them all.
Okay, that’s the second best part. The really best part is sitting next to Kelly and trading looks, whispered snarky comments, and short [...]

the summer before i was in 7th (or it might have been 8th) grade i spent most of my time here in Shakopee (where i live now), instead of home in Blaine (a suburb on the other side of the cities, about a hour from here). i spent the summer at my Grammu’s house with [...]

my friend jason once told me i have a trademark jodi smirk. i call it my smarmy crushgrin. it’s a smile that cannot be kicked off my face and it totally tells everyone that i have something good on my mind and i’m not gonna tell you. so when i’m working the smarmy crushgrin i [...]

• the song ‘hesitating beauty’ by wilco & billy bragg
• my new iTrip that fits perfectly even when Roland is wearing his sex-toy like iSkin
• my new digs at work
• milwaukee & chicago
• the story that i am brewing in my head to write for iwilldare.com
• paulie the westernerd

1. every 20something boy who works at caribou coffee. i just love them coffeeboys.
2. the way that tri-kap, a coworker, calls me the evil overlord.
3. the fact that artguy is not bugging the shit out of me today.
4. Maile Meloy.
5. i do believe, that there is no five.
6. how the minion had to try to [...]

ok, here’s a theory for you to completely disregard. what i’m talking about here is the flash crush. you know that crush you get on someone for about 10 minutes and then you’re over it. it’s the crush that ends as soon as you realize that making out with this person isn’t quite as yummy [...]

- the song “The Good Times are Killing Me” by Modest Mouse
- the writer minion, even though she’s not here today
- the book A Girl Becomes a Comma Like That
- nice-eyed skatercutie from writing class
- zucchini
- the phrase “____ rocks the casbah” and it doesn’t help that Casbah [('kaz-ba) n 1: a North African castle [...]

remember my much beloved artgeekboy? well he’s huddled in a cube with the artguy and it’s everything i can do not to gush all over the place. c’mon, i am so not strong enough to resist so much artsexxiness in one place. i think i might die.

“So much unfun stuff to do here today. Wish I could just sit and talk with you. Those eyes. Those damned beautiful EYES.”
and part of me just wants to respond “whoa, are you talking about me? me, jodi chromey?”
and part of me just wants to ignore it, because well, what in the hell does one [...]

i told someone today that i was dressed up as a tragic heroine in a purple-hooded sweatshirt and socks that don’t match.
i’ve been locked in my head all day in anticipation of writing all weekend, great works of fiction must fly from my fingers since i have to hand in my resume [...]

i was talking to CL (the friend and co-worker who’s taking this class with me) and i was waxing poetic about beautiful robert. CL totally thinks i should make a play for him, he’s like my flirting coach. i, of course, turn into low self-esteem girl.
“i just hate to hear you say stuff that sounds [...]

i’m back at work and feel like i’m floating through space. i’m not exactly sure what i should be doing, being out a week does that to you. people keep coming up and offering me condolences and i just never know what to say.
my brain’s a bit muzzy. jumping back into to real life [...]

damnit. i just realized adorable, pocket-sized, white-haired designerboy was here. he’s a freelancer and he’s so cute i just want to scoop him up and make him live in my hip pocket.
i’ve wasted the whole day working my ass off when i could have been flirting my butt off.

gambling addiction runs in my family. well, at least the generation before me. they all love to gamble. i haven’t gotten by without the bug myself. i love making bets.
i have a long and illustrious past when it comes to making bets.
i don’t often lose money, because betting money is no fun. i [...]