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Miscellaneous

Geezers be stylin’: So I’ve been noticing how cool old men are nowadays. The black frame glasses, the sweater vests, those little golfer caps …

What economy? So Denise and I tallied up our friends the other day, trying to think of some who are A.) employed, B.) employed full-time and C.) employed full-time in the […]

Birthday berserkers!

Great weekend. I turned 24 Friday, battled a few issues, mostly in the vein of “Wow, I didn’t think I’d make it this long!”
And Iain came home from school with an armload of flowers for me, for which he wins major bonus points.
That evening we went out to dinner at Steak and […]

It’s my birthday again.

I’d just like to thank Mom and Dad for getting together 24 years and nine months ago.
Two-score!

There’s a string hanging from my bathrobe cuff

In the spirit of total disclosure, I must say that Iain and I watched High Fidelity today for the 15th time.
John Cusack cracks my shit up: “I will now sell 5 copies of ‘The Three EP’s’ by the Beta Band.” And my personal favorite: “WHAT FUCKING IAN GUY?!”
We had reheated pizza from Pizza Shan’s […]

But if I censor myself, the terrorists win, right?

After 2.5 minutes of contemplation, I have decided that honesty is the best policy. To know me is to love me. “Fuck” is an acceptable noun/verb/adjective/adverb. And, let’s face it, my ego would starve if I didn’t feed it by writing down every damned thought I have.
Just so long as y’all don’t hold anything against […]

Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick …

Sorry, no quotidian details of late. Trying to reconcile what I write with who may be reading. Would hate to burst bubbles of those who know me in, say, a professional, daughterly, granddaughterly, or sisterly manner.
… a belated shoutout to my pagemonkeys [thanks, Dan], my parents [I swear I’m still a good girl], my siblings […]

What a mess

Sometimes, I wonder why Dubya is still president.
Fortunately, his approval rating is crashing. Are people actually catching on? Do we actually have a chance at escaping his clutches?
Iain and I got all het up about Cowboy President today, and we wonder: What’s it going to take to get someone else in?

Greasy hair is totally in.

Overslept again today. Again! I think there are little Tardy Elves living in my apartment and fucking with my alarm clock, possibly even feeding me Tylenol P.M. when I’m not looking.

Oh No! My Bed Has Crashed!

Simple minds, simple pleasures: Iain and I have a new project! It’s called Thrift-store Sofa, a new comic series/two-player game.
This is hours and hours of entertainment, I’m telling you. At least, for us it is.
Enter to win! Thrift-store Sofa is sponsoring a sweepstakes! You could be the lucky grand-prize winner! You could win a […]

But I wanna read stuff!

Boo. Can’t believe they canceled the Baltimore Book Festival. Stupid hurricane.
Bah. So we’re going out to dinner with Karen and John instead. But I can’t find my shoe, and we have to leave in a few minutes.
Guess I should go look for it.

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