I used to laugh at the Today show slogan. What a Difference Today Makes. Like my vote for the President, twice inconsequential, a single day in the life of any of us doesn’t really seem to make that much of a difference, truthfully. It hasn’t for me, and I have spent quite a few of [...]
Monthly Archives: April 2007
Emeffers.
04.27.07 –
Well, I’ve had to put the kibosh on comments from anonymous Interwebers. Sir Spamalot and his friends have virtually taken over my archives, and while it’s cool that they are inflating my comments, I find it sad to see that they all read
Great online web site! And the interesting composition of the blog! [...]
roughly 30 of your Google searches that let me know i’m clearly not the sass attack i thought i was
04.26.07 –
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Conundrum
04.24.07 –
So, you’re dating. And you are starting to meet people and extract cute Spring clothes from the back of the closet. You actually care what the heels of your feet look like and no longer forget to brush your teeth before bed. You’ve fielded enough invitations to share some ridiculous accounts, ones [...]
An old friend
04.21.07 –
has recontacted me. A smattering of voicemails and text messages, he makes me chuckle. And he reminds me of different paths. Of a life that might be, although not necessarily with him.
This man reminds me of who I was some time ago, the girl who intended to write for a living, a [...]
now i’ll never be a teen model
04.19.07 –
The dentist informed me today that I’m grinding my teeth while sleeping. To which the small part of me that thinks I’m still semi-betrothed wants to yell, “My boyfriend says I’m not!” to somehow “I know you are but what am I?” the guy holding a wrench in my mouth. Insult is heaped [...]
on not knowing what to say
04.16.07 –
I am a woman of many words, but I’ve found myself not having all of them within my grasp lately. When I try to explain situations to friends or write an account on this site, I’m often left without the right phrasing, or without any words at all. The descriptors are gone. [...]
It probably isn’t a good sign
04.15.07 –
that my entire ass hurts after a night spent bowling. Exactly which of the bum muscles are involved in the achievement of successive gutter balls?
