Monthly Archives: June 2002
SHOULDN’T YOU BE WORKING NOW?
My dog turned thirteen in May. Stop! I know some of you are doing the “dog math” in your head (and I know which of you are doing it), and you’ve mentally concluded that she’s sev — tw — carry the — ah, ninety-one in dog years, but you are the same people who walk … Continue reading
Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it. Ow, quit it.
After sleeping 14 hours or so on Saturday, I awoke a new woman. Unfortunately, the woman I became turns out to be addicted to old episodes of Sex in the City. I started renting them from the wonderful family-owned Einstein Video near my house and now I can’t stop. I think it’s all the sparkly … Continue reading
Hyperbole: A figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or effect, as in I could sleep for a year.
More photos of my pretty friend. I really liked this one. Please pardon the memepool-esque hyperlinks — I just learned how to do them a few weeks agone and they are super fun. I’ve been trying to do one scary thing each week. That’s easy, considering everything scares me. Yesterday I found someone who also … Continue reading
King of the road*
Chapter the Twelfth, in which: I talk to Jack and no one is naked. How delighted was I to see Jack’s ruddy, nervous face hovering in my kitchen? So delighted. At last, someone willing to discuss Elliott Smith’s albums with me at length without getting bored. And it was nice to see the rest of … Continue reading