Monthly Archives: August 2005

Current event

Just a few years ago I was living in Tallahassee, Florida. Hurricanes were routine. You only paid attention to them when their projected path spooked the administration into canceling classes or football games.
I had a long commute home that day. I was doing research at a hospital two and a [...]

I can’t wrap my mind about what has happened in Louisiana and Mississippi.

Murr.

Today’s substantive post called off due to:
A. Difficulty with inserting this morning’s Diet Coke IVB. General bitternessC. Excessive, inappropriate use of vis a vis by colleaguesD. I’ve got a headache this bigE. Inability to get Lita Ford’s Kiss Me Deadly out of my head F. Obsessive preoccupation with Jeremy Piven G. September 1 work deadlineH. [...]

This isn’t your mama’s decade

Approximately one day a year I wish I was a woman living in the 1950s. Welcome to today.
Sex: Wouldn’t it be nice if having sex out of wedlock would actually feel risqué, rather than expected? What could be more exciting while at the drive in than thoughts of later moments before curfew, when [...]

Act I: They Meet

SHE SAYS:
Contrary to my generally introverted tendencies, I remember really wanting to go. I must have, because at that time, I was a staunch Virginian and traveling into the city was akin to deep space exploration. From their pictures, the alumni club looked as if they knew how to have a good time. [...]

Forgive me bloggers, for I have sinned.

Please let me confess. Let me get a few things off of my chest, just like this bullet bra I purchased when I once counseled sex offenders. You don’t need to know all of this, but I figure we’re all friends here, n’est-ce pas?
1) First things first. I keep [...]

More about meme.

A tag from Bridget AND Min Pin!If you haven’t already, please take a moment to read the comments you all submitted to yesterday’s post. I wish I could be that funny.
Seven things you plan to do before you die!1. Travel to the pyramids and the Greek Islands2. Document my family’s history
3. Go on a [...]

Spammers, you have forced me to turn on the word verification software. Now I feel like Ticketmaster. Thanks a bunch.
So spammers, here’s a big t7Kq you, word-verification style.
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