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Oh the Myriad Challenges of Being A Working Girl
More specifically, the challenges arise from the field I've chosen to invest my career in thus far. You know how you feel when you get home from work and get the mail and there's a bill from your local telephone company saying that you owe them $1000 for some ridiculous 15-Magazines-for-a-Penny service that you never signed up for? You know how you ( Read more... ) -
Strangers, Friends, What Have You
Thankfully my thoughts are not as few and far between as blog posts. If that were the case, I would probably be comatose, awakening only often enough to keep my poor, emotion scarred family hanging on with the hope that I might one day return to my former self and job at the post office. That's a metaphor, of course. I don't actually work at the ( Read more... ) -
What're You Doing Here Again?
I've recently been reacquainted with a boy I knew of from high school. I say, "knew of" and not "knew" because I can't actually recall any sort of conversation that we might have had the entire four years of it. The strange thing is that he seems to think he knows a lot about me. He makes statements about my incredible intellect, my humor, and my ( Read more... ) -
So Dig It, Y'all!
So I've gone and canceled my cable TV. My marrow-sucking is ready now to attain heights before unimagined. This is truly a Great Age ( Read more... ) -
In Edon
I was invited on the spur of the moment this past weekend to go to visit my friend Josie in her hometown of Edon, OH. I've been there less than a handful of times in the last decade but every I go I am reminded again how much I adore that place ( Read more... ) -
Invade MySpace
I just wanted to share this subject line from a MySpace message I received today (yes, I am One of Those People), because it's delightful to me for some reason. Here goes:
I like the pic. librarian. hmm that's sexy and turns me on. and I'm a stranger.
So upfront. Like, Make no mistake, lady, you don't know me. But I'd like to know you, biblically, ( Read more... ) -
A la course de francais.
I just got out of my three hour French class, and it was divine. I think I'm in love. All those "c'est"s and "voudrais"s. Heaven!
And as I was walking down the stairs and out into a cool spring evening, it struck me suddenly that I knew these stairs. What is it about a college campus? The way the air smells, the non-skid strips on the linoleum ( Read more... ) -
As I Write This Letter . . .
So I was completing a writing prompt assignment tonight for Writers' Grope, and it really stirred up some things. The assignment was to write a letter to someone who had signed your high school year book and, since I can't find my high school yearbook, I had to go off my memory and in my memory the person that I would have treasured signing my ( Read more... ) -
You Want In?
If anyone is interested in adding a new community to their already overworked and straining online backs, you can check out Writers' Grope. It's supposed to be an online writers' group where people can post and have their work ripped to shreds by the other contributors and avoid having their tears on display as they might be if, say, you were ( Read more... )