Ray and I were in Ruby heading back to Sister #2’s house, when he reached over and grabbed Kathleen Turner Overdrive from the cupholder between our seats.
“Here’s a song I just need to hear,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” His non-iPod-owning fingers fumbled around the dials. “Okay, okay. Here it is.”
I held my breath, eager [...]

here’s the thing about deciding to banish dead wood from your heart. the thing is that when you do it, you really want to tell the deleted that they have been cast out of the temple of your heart and your thoughts. and the more i think about that, the more i realize to want [...]

because the universe likes to conspire against (or for) me in odd and confusing ways that i cannot decipher, i got an e-mail from my friend Ray on Thursday night, the night my class workshopped my 1994 story.
ray is one of my BFFs circa 1994. we seem to bounce in and out of each other’s [...]

Last night, just to make sure that 1994 was totally out of my system, I watched “Reality Bites.” I thought that would serve as a good cleansing of the palette, a last hurrah to my nostalgia-week. it worked, because now i’m smack dab in the here and now, and it’s not quite so much fun.
i’ve [...]

1. i thought the world got together and unanimously agreed that Fridays were officially ’slack’ days where not much got done, where i work is staging a protest
2. for some reason the iTunes original version of Liz Phair’s ‘Why Can’t I?’ is just breaking my heart
3. i am really quite lonely lately. lonelier than i [...]

this is one of the Ganesh’s that Seamy brought back. he now sits on top my monitor. he is called the remover of obstacles. i could use some of that removing magic today. for some reason i’m kind of down in the dumps and a little melancholy. maybe it’s the six to eight inches of [...]

there are two events every single woman dreads: weddings and new year’s eve. when these two events collide in a horrible set of coincedences, well you might as well put her on a 24 hour suicide watch.
the wedding was beautiful, and i wept. because i am a goober and i always cry at weddings. when [...]

if we were dating, you could have just had a delightful brunch filled with juice, eggs, potatoes, bagels, and sausage. and, if you promised to do the dishes, i’d totally let you talk me out of my pajamas for the first time in three days. see what you’re missing?

i am sullen and quiet. i’m not sure why. if someone out there has a smile with my name on it, send it my way.

i haven’t spent a sunday in a funk like this in a long, long time. i don’t know what’s gotten into me, but Kathleen Turner Overdrive just served up Bob Dylan’s “I Want You” followed by Damien Rice’s “The Professor” and it left me a weepy mess. i just feel really lonely and depressed tonight. [...]

i’m so down in the dumps and frowny today that even new books couldn’t cheer me up. not even the imported tasty belgian chocolates that seamus brought in could bring a geniune smile to my face. though, i can tell you, i have plastered on enough fake smiles today that my cheeks hurt. i’m sad [...]

sometime within the last month or so, sister #4 was talking about her impending wedding and the marriages of sisters #2 and #3, in her comments she said something to the effect of, “well jodi’s really career-focused.” in a rare moment of paying attention i rose up to fight the power.
“i am not career-focused,” i [...]

lately, i’ve been really rough on myself. i’m not sleeping, i’m eating like shit, and i’m emotionally beating the shit out of me. it’s hard, when your romantic notions are called out as the delusions of grandeur that they really are. when that happens, it’s easy to feel unworthy. it’s also entirely too easy to [...]

even though i still feel as though i’ve been run over by an emotional dump truck, i’m doing my best to stay above it all. it’s my birthday week and giving in to the urge to fall right down into the muckity muck of ickiness would not be a good thing.
it’s been one of [...]

i ran out of work this afternoon like my hair was on fire. i stopped only long enough to get some ice so i could have a big, fat drink. then i called FFJ in near hysterics. i cried, she made me laugh. then she asked the magic questions.
“do you have ice cream?” she asked.
“yes.”
“you [...]