"this is a letter from my great aunt frannie. she was the only one out of eight children not to get married. except for her sister mary, but she is a nun, so she's married to god." - my friend julia ( Read more... )

today, outside of greenlaw, i scammed the phone number off a grad student, who, by my calculations is apx. 26 and has prematurely grey hair. ROWR.
he is also shorter than me.

(me- hes studying medieval lit
jonny- translation: sex god)

so apparently i have some negative psychic force that i exert on asheville and its residents.

2 weeks ago, the day after i left jonny and brandi were robbed.

and the day after my labor day weekend in asheville, biltmore village flooded, including the wendy's we frequented and the lowes where brandi works.

im sorry asheville, im not doing it on

from McSweeny's"Rap Snacks Potato Chips ( Read more... )

i have found myself with a car, but with no place to park it.

do you (or anyone you know) have an extra place to park just lying around?

im sure we could work out a payment plan, or unlimited rides or something.

you know im good for it.

which has put me off the idea forever. and now, left searching for a way to postpone it that doesnt involve grad school, i have stumbled upon a youth-to-youth teacher exchange program. specifically a japanese program where you work for one year as a teachers assistant in an 'english as second language' class. no knowledge of japanese required, only ( Read more... )

im going to have a poem in a magazine!

today in the mail was a lovely letter from The Village Rambler. heres a little snippet: "Dear Amanda. Thank you for your poetry submission to The Village Rambler. We would like to publish "Standing in the International Foods Aisle" in an upcoming issue- our poetry editor, Ruth Moose and I both enjoyed the ( Read more... )

i love the synchronicity of my life sometimes ( Read more... )

for the remaining 7 or so weeks of the summer ill be slinging hash and the asheville country club, while wearing a rediculous band collered tuxedo shirt or an x-tra large white polo. oh yeah!

an entertainment weekly stolen from the laundromat reminded me just how much i love harry potter. reading the articles, pouring over the pictures i tend to get a little tight throated. like i might cry hysterically or laugh manically for no reason. were i a shade younger i would have dismantled this issue into what would have become my own little " ( Read more... )