Tommorrow, thanks to Atrium staffing, for 10.50 an hour, in all black comfortable clothing, I will be ironing and steaming clothes like this: My new roomie Stella, the fashion designer, assures me that this is …
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Eileen Fisher
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REMINDER!
This sucker is shaping up. Been in tech for eleventy years. Coming together. Never worked so hard on a script ever. Still haven’t figured it out, but it darn, does it look pretty. Come see …
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women are bitches
The red-haired one and the brown haired one had just met in spinning class. Well, not just met: rather, it was the first day they had decided, for some reason, to exchange names. The …
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craigslist writing gigs – the wow
Oh craigslist. It was the BEST (best) (yay) of times, it was the worst of times, even. I peruse this baby OBSESSIVELY for freelance writing gigs. I have come across some weird – WEIRD …
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fruit flies (the musical)
Ewww/eeee/ughhhh/yow. People, these little Broadway Babies have INFILTRATED MY APARTMENT. Causes? Perhaps the abandoned, fermented banana bunch I once planned to make bread with – or my general kitchen apathy as of late – …
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sometimes I forget how to walk
Don’t you? It’s hard.
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Her heart moved with the Day
In the morning, it was optimistic, available, and in need of Eight Breakfasts. In the afternoon: slightly weary, busy, bored of walks to the bank. At night: it filled with blood and grew darker …
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DateAmillionaire.com!
That’s right, ladies. The makers of The Bachelor (probably), I’m a Slut and I want to be on TV, and everything bad Ever that is turning little girls into Gold Digging Whores bring you …
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butter lamb
I do alot of interior monologuing. I have a feeling that you do, too. A lot of my innerspeak is thoughts like: whoa. How STINKING crazy would it be if ( ………… ) happened. And …
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first dates forever
I want to die and come back to life. Why? So I can meet you again for the first time.