I love living on Plum Island. There's been a strong ocean breeze all day, and now everything smells like seaweed. Wet, slimy, nasty seaweed. Which is still better than the mud flats, but not by much. And there's a strange sort of creeping fog that seems to be nowhere but on the Island. It's a good echoey fog, actually, one of those Jack The ( Read more... )

Nathan: The meeting's canceled. Ann just went home.
Me: Is she sick?
Nathan: I guess. She said she felt "nauseous."
Me: Nauseous? She seriously said that?
Nathan: Uh-huh. That's exactly what she said.
Me: *doubles over laughing*
Nathan: I know! Can you believe it?
Me: Well, did you say anything?
Nathan: Not really. I mean, I agreed ( Read more... )

Punxsutawney Phil can bite me.

I hate that fucking groundhog.

Winter sucks. Yesterday I almost had a total breakdown because I realized that I don't know anyone who'd want to shoot me in the head. That sounds crazy, and it is crazy, and I totally blame it on this never-ending subzero bitch of a winter. And now my mother thinks I need therapy. But that's her fault ( Read more... )

Yeah, so... does anybody know what Homeland Security Threat Level we're supposed to be at? I have no clue what all those colors mean. Like, seriously, couldn't they just say High Alert or Low Alert? Don't get me wrong: I aced preschool and therefore have a solid understanding of the color spectrum, but still... What the heck does the level ( Read more... )

Yeah, I could have been on TV. But I didn't want to be. I guess I'm just not a good American. So... New England is stuck in this massive Arctic Blast, it's colder than it's been in ages, and colder longer, blah blah blah. It's just freaking cold, okay? Let's not dwell on it. Anyway. Mia and I went into Boston this morning to bring some ( Read more... )

I keep forgetting about this damn journal (...but I only wondered if you kept one, not if you wrote in it...). I'm going to pretend that it's because I'm far too busy doing important things instead of admitting that it's because my life is so dull that I can't even bear to think about it, let alone write about it. I'm always amazed that people ( Read more... )

Pictures of the damn kid. Just scroll down to the file "Kailey Anna."

Now leave me alone.

Okay, ouch. I give up. I just steamed the holy fuck out of my hand. (Huh. Would the holy fuck be the immaculate conception, or am I being too literal here? Maybe I should give Grammy a call and ask her...) Anyway. My mother made me go shopping with her today, which, although annoying, is cool since she always buys everything. I love having ( Read more... )

Yes, my sister had her hell-spawn yesterday ( Read more... )