Dear Buttercups,
For many reasons the fight for gay marriage ranks low on my list of activist and emotional priorities - it functions kind of as an irritated buzzing in the back of my head when I have to do things like list NX as my "friend" when I pre-register at the hospital and have to explain my relationship to the person carrying my health ( Read more... )

Chickies, last night I had a sad moment when I realized that tomorrow (which is now today) was Friday, not Saturday.  In my heart, I was quite sure it was Friday night and that I could look forward to a relaxing day.  I almost cried when I figured out que no, I have a whole other super full day before Saturday gets here!  Luckily, today got a ( Read more... )

Ah Chickadees, Domino Magazine is the devil.  Especially because in any given situation, when faced with a page full of pictures of related items, I will always like the most expensive one best.  Que vaina. And lately I have been obsessed, in the Absolutely Dissatisfied way, with our apartment. Our bedroom makes me the crabbiest of all.  And of ( Read more... )

Amores, this is a leisurely morning for everyone here, except for the poor kid we hired to put together our massive IKEA wardrobe.  So far, he's been at it three hours, while me and NX check e-mail, do crossword puzzles (N), read novels (me), and cook.  Best money we ever spent.   

( In Which I Discuss Neti Pots as well as My Current Condition )

Friends, today I am dressed like a cross between an Amish lady and a 1980's kindergarten teacher.  It is the best that I can do - my jeans that fit and my two summerweather shirts are in the wash, too stinky to wear after a week of trying to make it look like I'm not wearing the same clothes everyday.  I am in an extra bad mood, the kind that only ( Read more... )

Oh America. My Monday morning just went spiraling down the Yahoo.  It is my morning routine to check e-mails, check LJ, check FB, putz around kind of mindlessly before facing the daunting challenge that is getting dressed in the morning.  It is a delicate period, the morning, and what happens pre-coffee determines so much of what happens post- ( Read more... )

Amores, on Thursday I am participating in a debate about the movie Scarface - a movie I find terribly racist but almost too boring to hate with any real passion.  To sum it up, basically I think it is a totally stupid movie and I don't get its appeal, especially to people who have had plenty of exposure to more interesting knock-offs, including the ( Read more... )

Coocooroos, I just got off the phone with my sister. who is driving to Chicago as we speak.  She's extra stressed, and my Dad didn't help by calling us last night to warn us that Ike was headed to Chicago.  I kept saying, Pa - there is NO hurricane coming to CHICAGO. So then he called my sister, who also decided there was no hurricane headed to ( Read more... )

Buttercups, it is the first day of school! Of course, I am up early trying to finalize my syllabus and pick out the perfect outfit.  By "finalize my syllabus" I mean "checking LJ and Facebook" and by "pick out the perfect outfit" I mean "periodically glancing halfheartedly at my closet and laundry bin while checking LJ and Facebook."  I guess the ( Read more... )