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Category: TODAY

  • suffering fools

    I started writing something and then I realized that I really only had two points: If you believe that your thoughts or your taste or your experience is intrinsically better because fewer people share it, you are wasting your time talking to me.  This does not apply to facts, which are not generally categorized as…

  • most standup comedy I’ve seen

    Men are filthy pigs, hahaha. Women are cuh-razeee, hahaha. Poop is funny, hahaha. Catch phrase, catch phrase. Cursing is edgy! hahaha. I went on an internet date!!! I'm single. Hahaha.

  • unpacking

    You know the observation of how once a person gets famous enough to go on tour, all their stories are about travel? Yeah, so. This won't be a regular thing, but holy smokes did I pack and unpack a ridiculous lot this March, only some of which was in my suitcase.   **** I am…

  • Schrödinger’s something

    I don't have cancer. Just before Christmas I felt a lump in my breast. I have been getting lumps since forever, and they always turn out to be nothing, so I wasn't too worried about it. When the holidays were over, I made an appointment to see the doctor for a general checkup. I didn't…

  • between

    Work and free time, the salt of labor and the honey of a morning in bed. This and that, these and those. Wax and wane, pleasure and pain, responsibility and blame, ball and chain. Too much and not enough, feast or famine, crone or gamine. Good and evil. Your needs and mine. It can be…

  • costumer service skills

    On Halloween we were all getting ready for the party, planning our costumes, hair, makeup, the works. I was getting a little nervous about mine, because even though I had an amazing dress, I was going to do a fancy makeup trick I had only tried once, and part of me felt like I should…

  • Or when your hands are cold and you rub them together.

    Last night I went out with a friend and we talked about the things we used to do to amuse ourselves and why don't we do them anymore. Mainly I feel like my time should be spent on something Useful and I now know that the raindrops don't really care if I moderate their races,…

  • brought to you by the letter b

    My friend is visiting and we are having adventures all over Europe. Bus from Berlin to Prague, its relentless beauty and complications. The exquisite detail in the stained glass window in St. Vitus representing the biblical disasters for which insurance can be purchased, turn of the century corporate sponsorship. Train to the ghost town of…

  • this town

    It rained last night, the kind of deafening, soul-clearing rain that I love the best. We watched the storm coming in from our bench outside the wine bar, the faraway blue sky gradually replaced by low gray clouds that grumbled at us and took flash photos. The waitress came out and set up an umbrella…

  • chafe. waif. strafe.

    When I was in fourth grade, I think it was fourth grade or maybe third, I wrote a poem about candy for a poetry contest in my school. My small town's poet laureate, possibly self-appointed, came to the school with much ceremony and we all recited her poem about the foundation of our town ("the…