I cried at a poetry reading tonight. I cried. At a poetry reading. It bears repeating because, seriously who actually cries at a poetry reading? I don’t even like poetry, really. It’s anarchy and chaos makes me nervous.
I don’t read poetry very often. I read it a lot in college when I used to [...]

Last night’s workshop has left me so befuddled that I don’t even know how to begin to explain what in the hell happened. I’ve started writing about it about four times and have deleted each attempt about three sentences in.
It’s tough. Trying to find the line between honest and diplomatic tends to be a [...]

I can’t remember if it was Peabo or FFJ who said it, but while discussing Project Runway and my love of Christian one of them called him “The Gay Vodo.” So as I’m sitting in class Thursday night, staring across the table at Vodo all I could think was “gay vodo gay vodo gay [...]

So my Advanced Fiction class ended with a whimper which is suitable considering it will not go down in history as one of my favorite Lost classes ever. In fact it might go down in history as one of my unfavorite Loft classes ever. Which sucks, because Dale is a kickass teacher and he deserves [...]

Life is full of mystery, I guess. A few weeks ago before the funk that ate Manhattan descended on the Sister Club, Sister #2 was yabbering on and on about what a great week I was having. I got a big, fat raise and my world-famous turkey chili won the annual Hell, Inc. Chili Cookoff [...]

i’ve never been very good at impulse control (as you can see by the post below) (or, you could tell that by the new digital camera, laptop, new new laptop bag that i got today, and the unimpressive number of one-night stands i have notched into ye olde bedpost). and last night was a test [...]

so salinger turned in another stunning performance in class on thursday. the woman henceforth known as Hipster Mom, turned in a really beautiful story. it was about a teacher who was dealing with the possibility that the child she was carrying could have Cystic Fibrosis, a disease that had killed her brother. in the story [...]

i did the wake up at 8:05 and arrive at work by 9:15 thing this morning. i was up entirely too late gabbing with darlingjason. you should all be really quite proud of my self-restraint, i know i am. sometimes i amaze myself. next time won’t be so easy.
so class starts today and i’m so [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

last night while i was getting my whoop(ing cough) on, i started to write a new story. i think this one is gonna break my heart right in two, and now all i want to do is sit home and work on it. instead, i have to be here at work taking care of all [...]

now that the birthday is winding down, i’m back on the writing track. i have to have my stuff for the mentorship program done by wednesday when class starts. i have to include “Include one copy of a brief anonymous statement of your goals for the program: what you would like to focus on, what [...]

“i just love the way you always call him fucker,” the TTHM said, making him the winner of the best line for the day. . . though bonnie came close with her weird west-wing speak about the alleged new snuffleupagus who always wears black. but that was a you had to be there type conversation.
also, [...]

jeff doesn’t seem to understand why i’m sad about next week’s last class. it makes me sad because after class, jeff goes back to being just another cyberguy and i really liked having him be a real person in my life. i need more real people in my life, i guess and losing one just [...]

so i was sitting in the coffee gallery with the NBFB who had a no good very bad day, listening to him vent and what not. it was great and all, because he’s always listening to me and it was nice to be able to return the favor.
but then he nearly did something so stunning [...]