No, No, No. I DON’T WANNA. No, seriously. I really don’t.
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today
For today, I love the music of Andrew Bird , who considers himself to be a professional whistler, and who sings soft things about measuring cups with words like ‘there will be snacks there.’ Give …
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I can’t not like him
He reminds me of my Dad.
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a poem
I don’t usually do this: -Read Poetry -Like Poetry -Blog of the poem I read, and liked ; but I guess there is a first sometime for everything. From the Greensboro Review: DENIAL by Jon …
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Oh, Fudge.
I’m going to be painfully honest. I am $116,533 in debt from Grad School. I do not know how I am going to pay this, ever. Starting January I will owe $1,333 a month to …
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I have a Job..?
…Yes? I think? Looks like my temp2perm is going to lean towards the mildly perm side of the spectrum. So for now, Bekah will be bringing in the moderately not all that big bucks …
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and then there were more
And they made me wish way less death upon myself. This one is better: United Stages review of Walls. They are the guys that published To Nineveh, which looks like this: Also, for the first …
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we stayed up late together
Last night, I sat on the babies of Sophie (7) and Sebastian (5), childpersons of electronic international sensation fischerspooner’s frontman Warren Fischer. Joining us was good friend kate platzker (7) for a sleepover. We dined …
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oh gah
i feel very small nytheatre.com review of walls
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pitiful; pitiful
The homeless man had the right idea when he stuck the little sick kitten in his Money Box. He sat by the stairs down the L, making bank. The kitten mewed and earned the Man’s …