I have invented a new dieting philosophy. Its working name is "Food Procrastination."

Think: I'll eat it tomorrow.

(Copyright 2007; Anna A. Gurley)

there is this, which works most all the time now.

One day as the Little Red Hen was going about her morning activities, she caught a whiff of stale cigarette smoke ( Read more... )

Trip to Pittsboro today was awesome in a completely unexpected way; instead of the mythical coat sale at Beggars and Choosers, Larsy and I found ourselves suddenly tossed into the middle of a Christmas parade, replete with tractors, a shitty marching band, fire engines rolling slowly by with sirens blaring, local beauty queens (think: Little Miss ( Read more... )

I love how your eyes close whenever you kiss me ( Read more... )

And on the third night the Lord again spoke to her in sleep, saying, 'Thou art hungover, dumbass, get a drink of icewater.'

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying...

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.

Comment a't'on ose faire un film de Lolita?The perpetual answer is ( Read more... )

Sure we're all in the same boat, but where the heck is it going

58 degrees this morning, just before sunrise (!!!). Is it turning autumn or what ( Read more... )

So I show up at the station. So it appears the station is not on the air because something has interrupted our broadcast signal. Nothing but static! And so I am sitting here in the control room and listening to music and reading Nabokov. Wicked bonus!