she told me i should journal.  and although i know she meant in a real, hard copy book thingie the way good christian girls do, i thought of my livejournal ( Read more... )

warning: this is going to be the most banal post ever (or at least, in a long time ( Read more... )

darling, it's time to buy a black tie ( Read more... )

o, detroit, you devastated and deserted girl ( Read more... )

me: speaking of dogs, have you seen this place near the menlo park caltrain station called "scout's house ( Read more... )

i should write.  i really should.  i really want to write.  i wanna write about how quickly life changes.  how, sometimes, it's the monumental ones that sneak up on you and clobber you over the head before you realize he doesn't love you.  how, sometimes, it's the can't-take-it-back ones that topple you over and take your incredulous breath away.  ( Read more... )

i was catching up with my friend about her dating life when i realized that i'm a hater.

"so how are things with the new guy?"  i'm in grill mode because she's great yet tends to undersell herself.

"things are going well.  he's cool."  early 30s, works at a reputable company as a reputable something-or-other, good school, lives in the city, met via ( Read more... )

i didn't go to her funeral.  i guess i could have.  i offered, but i didn't push the matter.  technically, i'd only met her once ( Read more... )

last week, i popped into my neighborhood shawarma joint.  i've been there hundreds of times to say "lamb and beef, no onions...make it spicy for me."  sometimes, if i feel i deserve it , i splurge on some feta in there, too.  as the mexican guys behind the counter tease me by contaminating my wrap with onions, i shuffle down to the register.  the ( Read more... )

yesterday, i walked by a mirror at the gym and looked.  i considered the blue tshirt i had on: "made in michigan" was emblazoned across my chest.  my brother and i bought this tshirt for the whole family at the steve n barry's (r.i.p.) in dearborn.  never mind that technically, i was m.i.t. (made in taiwan) because really, growing up in michigan ( Read more... )