I’m at a writer’s group. When I signed up on meetup, I didn’t really get what “Shut Up and Write” would entail. I actually thought we’d be given some sort of assignment – like “Write a 300 word story beginning with the sentence ‘I never should have stolen that red hat.’” Apparently we were supposed…
SDRAWKCAB
Going backwards, the story of my day starts with Walgreens. In the line that is always at least four deep in front of the pharmacy counter. We wind through the cold and flu aisle while we wait. And lip balm. I’m surrounded pedo-popiscles and and piles of Burt’s Bees, and I look hella sloppy in…
The Story of a Girl Who Wanted a Smoothie
I still haven’t gotten over the weather thing here in SF. One of these May days, I’m going to step outside and start sweating immediately and feel that burning sensation when I’m in the sun and get all panty and dream of ice cream and coke. One of these May days, the air is going…
The Plight of An Indecisive, Hedonistic Understand-It-All – Part 1
I got this from someone whose taste in music I find both sophisticated and dull, spot-on and old-fashioned. But this is one of the amazing ones. In San Francisco, people dress in ostentatious costumes for Easter, like plastic egg-decorated stockings and bunny ears. And nothing is closed. That’s actually pretty convenient for those of us…
On the Sunday of My Six Month Anniversary in SF
I’m reading a pretty decent book about Zombies, called Allison Hewitt is Trapped. I don’t think I will ever get over Zombie lore. Humans all trapped. Trying to survive and stuff. In this story, the main character is telling her story via a blog. Web 2.0 + Zombies! Yes, please. I think I was wrong…
gen whY the fuck do I have to do this?
Well technically it’s April 14th, so it hasn’t been a FULL month since I last posted… (though, then again, March has 31 days, so if it had been one of the other kinds of months, then I would have absolutely no excuse at all.) If you’re STILL checking my blog, then what you first and…
Part 1
Before tonight, I never suspected that I would have a beautiful moment while listening to the Foo Fighters. I don’t even like the Foo Fighters. Well, I guess I do now, at least a little, because I was there in a crowd, next to a nice boy from the Washington Post “wooing” to “My Hero.”…
Over Slightly Overcooked Banana Bread
which is completely sublime anyhow, I think about the fact I was earlier today thinking about the fact that it should be pretty easy to change a personality trait or two if we really concentrate on it. I wonder – are individual human brains actually different, or are they just wired differently thanks to some…
What I learned…recently
I’m learning something new. There really is no good and bad. Well, at least not in the sense that I can say, “Pastries are good and bananas are bad.” (Which, why would I say that to begin with? I love bananas.) But, well, I’ve been spending a great deal of time with this one person…
The Plight of a Sleeve that Does Not Cover the Heart
It’s good to have a pen. Or, in this case, a keyboard. If nothing else, I think I would always like to keep the written word as a form of self expression. Definitely does the best job. What is it, February? How did this happen? I hate January. Now that it’s over, I can be…
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