I voted yesterday. I was a panic attack waiting to happen on the way there, what with the Twitter tales of three-hour-long waits and broken pencils and other horrors. I will say that I drove around 4th St NW looking for parking for at least 25 minutes, around and around and then around once again, [...]
Category Archives: stuff that's wrong with me
Hush, hush
10.17.08 –
There’s a container of brownies in the work kitchen and they’re calling my name. It’s not the normal kind of call that red wine makes, which is more of a low, slow Barry White type of call, with some really lovely and unexpected boyish undertones. It’s certainly not the same as the Milk Duds in [...]
The real reason I own stock in Glade
08.12.08 –
The laptop is broken. Busted. Ruined. Kaput. It is a lie to say I didn’t have a hand in this, as I did, and probably more than one. You see I like a clean work space but also prefer to work on the bed, where I can prop myself up on plush pillows, just as [...]
A Very Special Episode: Sweets Surrender, The Ocho
08.06.08 –
I am a complete sucker for punishment. I also cannot control myself when it comes to checking up on things. Like anything in the oven. Like old boyfriends via Google. I guess that last one is more like stalking, but you get the idea.
And so it was last night that after two glasses of wine [...]
The Latest Bloomer
07.27.08 –
In 1985, I called my best friend Maureen in a desperate flurry of rotary numbers. I wanted to be the first to tell her. Had she heard it? At first, silence. “Heard what?” she asked. Heard Madonna’s awesome new song? I said with considerable pubescent sass. “No,” she said. “How does it go?” I hummed [...]
More than a feeling
07.23.08 –
I’m in Boston. Safe and not at all sound. I haven’t seen much of the city, but am decidedly amused by the local fascination with a firefighter on disability who got caught flexing his beef in a bodybuilding competition. I’ve seen the footage – I’m pretty sure it’s on a 24-hour loop – and let [...]
Because a blogger’s got to have her fantasies
07.10.08 –
Statcounter is a little evil and on occasion it plays tricks with my mind. I allow it, of course. It’s probably more appropriate to say I indulge it, much as I do my fantasies about Nutella and those men in the box under my bed. Every so often, when I can see from where someone [...]
With or Without You
07.08.08 –
I consider my ability to forgive to be an affliction. Like halitosis. Dengue fever. It’s the result of years of screwing up, of acknowledging my vast weaknesses, and not just those involving Pinot or Diet Coke. We all fail; we all fall short. We all don’t respond when we should, when the need is stated. [...]
