Lauren met Maribelle at the Skipper on March 19th, 1997. It was a nautically themed bar on a small street running between two major ones in a fairly progressive, working class neighborhood where neither of them lived. Chopped and smudgy, Maribelle let Lauren buy herself a drink and sit, sipping, along with her half smile, before she had the bar ( Read more... )

who's got the hottest new computer on the block?
holla at the girl with the photocopier in her bedroom.

i'm sorry about this guys but since i don't have a computer i'm going to have to do this shit here so i can save it ( Read more... )

my computer is fried. those noises i heard from it the other night, those were the cracks and sizzles of seared innards. expensive innards. holla, though, i'm getting a mac.

Who goes on movie dates anymore? and then to dinner. and asks, in bed, what you want to be when you grow up. this is all too strange.

they should really call it the up-to-three-days-after pill.

the elevator thing is only getting worse.

I just googled "lillian needs" (in quotes) and these are the first ten results ( Read more... )

someone named evan told joe i'm crazy, like a firecracker. that doesn't even make any sense. right? i'm not like a firecracker at all. right? and i'm not the kind of person that gets things like that said about them by people they don't know. right? what is going on?

"I'm done with it," Carol said staunchly, cracking the silence like a wine glass. "I quit. That one yesterday was the last one I will ever have, I swear ( Read more... )