One of the problems with taking classes at The Loft is that it’s located in the Open Book building which is about three eyelashes away from the Metrodome where the Twins play (that’s baseball for people who really don’t care about such things). Whenever there’s a home game, parking tends to get quite nightmarish around …
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 …
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. …
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 …
since i’ve got a giant case of the nerves about this impending fiction class, the co-workers have been trying to calm me down a bit. “i’m worried about this class,” i said. “are you afraid they’ll all be a bunch of freaks?” sonja asked. “sometimes i like the freaks more,” jess said, “i fit in …