I hate you fucking fuckers. All of you ( Read more... )

Lordy, lordy, something ain't right with me ( Read more... )

Tonight is Andrew Bird. I think I'm going to the 7:00. If anyone else wants to come along, hit me back here.

My darling boyfriend. I caught him leaving the house on his way to work in this:


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Yesterday was the first day of what dangerously approaches a real job. I'm putting together some research on heart disease into a book-like thingy for a doctor and I go to the office everyday in my big girl grownup clothes and sit at a desk and go to lunch and don't clock in or out. I'm thinking of last summer when I was sweating my ass off in ( Read more... )

I've been for the past week trotting around Maclellan gym figuring out all the little workout machinies and am deliciously sore. Deliciously. And also this: I need a workout buddy. Preferably someone as unfit as myself. Malick was going to, but he keeps not getting up when I go, and he has one of those naturally muscular bodies anyway (raaarrrr ( Read more... )

I'm curious about the psychological dimensions of physical health. What makes uncrazy people hurt themselves? What makes education fail ( Read more... )

Today was job hunting. Applying for jobs held by highschoolers, feeling like I'm drowning in stasis. I have this need, though, to spend the summer working as much as possible and to start right now. Ideally I will work in the literacy center teaching 1-8th graders by day and at circuit city/staples/office depot/radio shack by night and get a ( Read more... )

I have two bachelor's degrees and I can't get a job at the dollar store.
People wonder why I worry so much about the future.

In other news, this is the best warranty ever.


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