Eerie. I knew all this astrological bullshit wasn't, well, bullshit ( Read more... )

I don't know what my problem is lately. I've been worrying over such trifles and getting myself twisted in knots over nothing and listening to entirely too much Death Cab (even I know there IS such a thing). I suppose most of it is the 20-something disease--finally knowing what you want but not quite being able to have it yet. My internship's ( Read more... )

I just realized I think I spend about a solid three hours doing actual work every day. The rest of my time I spend looking up pictures of musicians, looking for Office paraphernalia on eBay, listening to song samples on Amazon, checking out CDs from the library, sizing up the latest messenger bags from Urban Outfitters, and emailing redgrrrl about ( Read more... )

What I learned THIS weekend was to never attend concerts with people whose phone numbers you don't have. Because if you don't have their numbers, and one of them tells you they're going somewhere, and you THINK you hear him right but you don't REALLY hear him right, you'll be in for a night of amused annoyance with yourself. By yourself. At least I ( Read more... )

Remembering the hot breath of cinders swirling around my feet as I flicked another Marlboro Light into the forgotten-or so I prayed, each time my father pruned them-hedge underneath my bedroom window. Mooning over just how long it would take for the one unattainable (and currently colossal, I understand) asshole in my class to notice the girl from ( Read more... )

Although Long Island Iced Teas do indeed contain approximately five different kinds of liquor, whiskey is not among them. Remember this little tidbit before you go drinking two whiskey sours AFTER taking a jaunt to Long Island. You'll save yourself a considerable amount of hardship.

I've actually considered tasting my mango mandarin lotion today. Just to see it if tastes like either mango or mandarin. Rest easy, folks. It tastes like neither.

I'm just going to post one of the many emails I write every day to whichever lucky coworker isn't totally pissing me off. So here's a petite sampling. Enjoy. I think we were talking about how quiet the office is because all the heavy hitters are rolling in hundred-dollar bills in Maui this week, and how most people seem to get married either out of ( Read more... )

You know, I considered updating this with the laundry list of worries that have woken me up the past few nights, but I figure nobody really needs another crybaby in their lives. You know what I want to be sometimes? One of those chicks on The Bachelor. I mean, they seem relatively unconcerned that their loftiest goals are procreation and that ( Read more... )

http://test3.thespark.com/datetest/date.cgi

I find it very hard to believe that 62% of the test takers are less dateable than myself, but it's just not like the internet to LIE to make me feel better, so...