like an archaeologist i keep digging through the strata in my life. however, unlike the archaeologist, the longer i dig the newer stuff i find. the old stuff i attack first, that’s easier. so long removed it’s hard to feel anything but warm nostalgia. but i realized everything from 1995 to the present can still [...]

i’ve been trying to write an entry for the last hour about something that i wrote 100 years ago. it was a piece that said this:
He doesn’t want to break my heart.
I know this, because he told me. In fact, he tells me all the time, every time we see each other. I don’t [...]

first: so yeah, a new look to an old, tired site. i haven’t decided if i like the gianourmous header or not. it might be a little too ‘hey look at me’ and not enough ‘hey, here i am entertain me.’ the jury is still in deliberations.
second: i shopped my ass of yesterday with [...]

today, i keep finding myself randomly laughing out loud. a few times laughing until i made myself cry. if you lived here you’d think i was completely insane. if you lived inside my head you’d be laughing so hard your stomach would hurt. it’s the random milwaukee-chicago flashbacks that keep popping into my head uninvited [...]

“lord of the rings is cool, dawson’s creek is nerdy,” the TTHM.
“so you’re kind of a nerd, right?” a bowler at the tournament yesterday.
“why don’t you fucking marry her?” nine-months pregnant sister #3 to her husband after he complimented my new dye job.
“i bet it’s all my tips that paid for the hair do,” another [...]

i’ve slowly, ever so slowly, begun to put the christmas haul away. see, it has been living in the entryway since, well christmas, which i guess was only what? four days ago. so it really isn’t that bad. i think last year’s christmas haul stayed there until at least july. but i was getting tired [...]

now that my rock and roll fantasy weekend is all over, real life has decided to rear its ugly head and come crashing in on all my daydreams. i totally hate when that happens (i also hate that the word totally has snuck into my vocabulary in the most annoying way possible). it’s frustrating having [...]

the subject line said: don’t worry. be back soon. the body of the e-mail only contained a date and seat number. and like that all my TTHM worries have been alleviated and i’m thisclose to weeping (and not just because i’m plum full of the plague and monthly female hormones). it only takes a little, [...]

part of me hopes he’s in love and that’s why he hasn’t returned my phone calls or e-mails. i didn’t realize just how very much i missed the TTHM until the song “Dress Rehearsal Rag” came up in the iTunes party mix. i heard that early strumming of the guitar and as soon as [...]

I woke up from a dream and I looked for rain. The dream it didn’t fade as quickly as I would have liked. I’ve had a series of dream this week that involve sex with my male friends. I have no idea what any of it means, perhaps I need to get laid.
Upon waking [...]

first of all, i think the TTHM is missing. i haven’t heard from him in about 392 days or something and i miss him.
second of all, i just got a look at myself in the bathroom mirror and woooeee, i’m a little rough around the edges. i need a hair cut and color in the [...]

i have that bob mould song stuck in my head (shut up, i know it’s technically sugar). specifically the “i’m on the centerline right between two states of mind” part. seems fitting, i suppose.
did i ever tell you about that time the TTHM and i totally stopped talking for like two months? i didn’t [...]

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 [...]

one of my new favorite things about the TTHM is his new found appreciation for the genius of st. paul and the replacements. i do, of course, take total credit for this, because well, it’s all because of me! it started with the Songs of Loneliness and Heartache that i made for him about 100 [...]

a year ago today, i got an e-mail from a tall, tall handsome man who had seen a personal ad i had on citypages.com. i placed the ad in a fit of “i’m gonna be fucking happy if it kills me” that possessed me shortly after the entire outlaw debacle. a debacle that still makes [...]