This week there was a showing of The Sound of Music at the local movie theater. A sing along event, whatever.  Everyone I'd asked was either too busy and/or just not interested in the movie (heretics) so I went alone-- because nothing can get between me and a remastered, high def Sound of Music on a 42 foot screen, okay?!. So, it was basically just ( Read more... )

I've known she was 49 and that her birthday was coming up. My dad was telling my sister and I ages ago we should do something nice for her. I knew that my mom was turning 50 today; it didn't really hit me though until last night, when I was desperately trying to think of something to get her because my standard gift of a card and flowers didn't ( Read more... )

I thought you were this person I was, once upon a time, desperately in love with. Freaked me out, honestly. It was such a quick moment-- you in the car, driving past, but there was something so familiar about the curve of your face. When you know someone.. when you know someone... all it takes is a feeling to know them. That's what it was like. Of ( Read more... )

is like the poster child for the Aryan nation, especially now that he's shaved his beard. I'm more into the tall dark handsome crowd, and I definitely do not have a Nazi fetish, but this is OK.

I'm putting him in my video game.

with friends, putting mentos in diet Coke bottles and watching the explosions.

Why, yes, I am [we are] perpetually stuck at age 11-14.

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Me: Have you seen Mermaids? With Cher?
My mom: What? Your legs?

I was approached by some guy who sounded like Dr. Barber.

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Not necessarily a bad thing, because I actually like Dr. Barber. Still.

I was grabbing some hot sauce packets, waiting for my order and he just came around and said something to me. I didn't quite hear it but I said "yes" anyway (isn't that the rule when you don't understand something? smile ( Read more... )

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-- at least the ones with noticeably 4 seasons and humidity. When we moved here from New York I was not yet 13 and I absolutely hated California. Too sunny, I said. I hate the sun, I said. I missed New York-- the east coast, really-- mainly for the people and the food but also the sweaters and heavy coats and wonderful, crisp sort of cold in the ( Read more... )