i guess waking up at 6 in the morning is what you get when you sleep from 6 p.m. on with a brief interlude of consciousness around 9 p.m. of course the cold is still…
Date Archives 2005
the twelve days of christmas start now.
well i m home — pajamaed, unbraed and westerberged. of course the guy whose spleen i was about to rip out called me as i was putting on my coat. “i just got your e-mail,”…
how do you say ‘call me back motherfucker before i rip your spleen out with my bare hands’ to an answering machine?
i am pissed off and crabby. sitting here sick at work is not my idea of fun. not at all. but that’s not what’s making me pissed off and crabby. oh no! what’s making me…
so long kenny
despite the fact that he totally lied, the sisterclub is a in a full-on kerfuffle regarding tonight being kenny barlow’s last night. seriously. there have been phonecalls (2) and a demand that someone tape it….
in between molecules of oxygen and carbon dioxide
my condition continues to degenerate. i fear that if you come looking for me tomorrow you will find me a grave woman. i’m thinking of paying someone $39 to rub vicks vapo rub on my…
oh the canadian plague it is a harsh mistress
i thought i was over the canadian plague. i mean i was fever-free and totally coughless since about thursday. i was, ohmygod, healthy. it was glorious. it was beautiful. i nearly wept from the sheer…
shakopee in the times.
it’s not often that Shakopee, my little burg, hits the New York Times.
i still want the robot keychain
max’s christmas list. and even after that i still want the damn robot keychain.
plllllllleeeeeeeaaaase
for the record, i still have not gotten the red robot keyring that i want so much i could puke. just so you know.