Monthly Archives: December 2002
In which she sort of makes up for the beard comments
So I’m listening to Seeking A Deep Feeling by The John Francis, which is the first solo album by everybody’s favorite Jack Small. It is surprisingly fabulous. (Surprising because I knew him before he met Erin, when he lived in the Doom Central room with Danny and the Lad and Sometimes Ryan, and you don’t … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Bob!
You taught me how to tie a shoe, drive on the freeway, make a pie crust, take a picture that includes everyone’s head, hang up a leather jacket, write a resume and get a free birthday hula dance. I love you. Happy birthday, Daddy. (For some reason I can’t find an electronic picture of you. … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Eydie!
You’re my role model in every way. I love you. Happy birthday, Mom.
We wish you a merry Kristen.
I had a nice though short visit with Jack today which enabled me to deploy not just one but all of the following quips in my beard-related arsenal: “You look like the Wild Man of Borneo.” “It’s like there’s a lawn on your face.” “No, I would have noticed the horrible hair first but the … Continue reading
Mmm, forbidden cake.
It’s not like you’ve never said it was your birthday in order to get a free dessert. This really wasn’t any worse. We waited until we were just about done with the main course. We were in that picking-at-the-food phase where you still have a few minutes before the waiter comes along and tries to … Continue reading
To prevent having this conversation with everyone, here is a handy primer:
Next semester I’m taking: – Human Biology (Biology for Poets, Underachievers and Retards) – Psychology: Representations of Gender (For people who couldn’t get into Human Sexuality) – English 214 (English by and for people who don’t really like English) I have class, once again, on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Kissed the bugs and made her cry
People keep talking to me; I’m starting to wonder if some misguided yet well meaning friend has paid strangers to help me overcome my phobia regarding same. Much the same way that my college roommate’s boyfriend “helped” her overcome her fear of fire by holding her down on the bed and waving a lighter next … Continue reading
Mystery Solved.
Josh Pelham plays for the Lakers I think. Probably not the same Josh Pelham though. Because mine was only my height (though I am tall, like to wear shorts, hookhookdunkdunk and could play in the NBA). He was such a sweet little felon. He used to steal cologne and wear it for me. Every day … Continue reading
Beauty is pain; and a syllogism?
Various sinus elements – bad elements, the kind you don’t want to see in front of your neighborhood 7-11 – have been congregating under my wig for a few days now. Every morning I wake up and a few more have roared into town on their hawgs of compressed snot. They start drinking earlier, too, … Continue reading
Stop Thinking About Sex
A while ago I started taking pictures of sidewalk stencils. It started with the two photos Michele gave me of two different Monkey Knife Fight stencils we saw on my birthday. After that I started noticing all the different ones around my neighborhood: “Stop Thinking About Sex,” “Save The Sewer Rat,” “Don’t Buy the HIV … Continue reading