I am overwhelmed with the feeling that the world is so absolutely unfair ( Read more... )

My dentist, who is an excellent dentist and a really nice guy, is crazy. I'm having a few dental issues all at once, including two cavities, a broken filling, and a chipped crown. Instead of scheduling a series of appointments to fix each situation one at a time, he decides to tackle three of them at once. I just got back from getting three ( Read more... )

I'm downloading an album that I want SO BAD, so I'm babysitting the download. You know, because if anything goes wrong, and it stops, I'll be able to yell at it, and intimidate it into starting up again. Or something. So, while that's going on, I thought I'd kill some time by recapping a typical conversation in the Saint/Monk household.

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I love shopping in thrift stores. Despite being a nervous driver lately, I will swerve across several lanes of traffic if I see a Value Village sign, and I will happily spend 4 hours making sure I've seen ever single t-shirt, shot glass, and picture frame at Goodwill. A lot of it is because I'm cheap, and nothing beats a $5 sweater (even if, as ( Read more... )

When I first set up my Facebook account, in those first few weeks when Facebook is the only thing you want to talk about, I kept hearing from other Facebookers about how all sorts of obscure people from their pasts were contacting them. My friends complained that they had no idea how to respond to a friend request from the brother of a kid they ( Read more... )

The previous owners of our house were a Greek Orthodox priest and his wife. They seemed very nice (is what I would say if I was trying to be polite, because they were both crazy), but I'm pretty sure they weren't 100% stoked to sell their home to a couple of big homos. I don't know if the Greek Orthodox church has an official policy on homos, but ( Read more... )

So, first I went looking for inspiration in some of the things I've written in the past and never posted. Sometimes, I can get away with polishing something up instead of baking something new from scratch. (And I always get away with mixing my metaphors. It's a gift ( Read more... )

Somehow, I thought I could get away with wearing a black belt and black shoes with brown pants today. As soon as I walked out of the house, however, I realized that I look like a very sombre colour-blind clown. And, of course, I was late, so I didn't have time to correct the problem. (I did briefly consider grabbing a pair of brown shoes, but ( Read more... )

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I feel really guilty. I've been keeping something from you for more than a month now, but it's time I told you ( Read more... )