The motorcycle ride from Hendersonville to Asheville was fast. At one point, we reached 95 mph. I didn't notice the sudden increase in speed when it did happen. It all just seemed deliriously fast to me. I was sitting on the back of the thing, teeth clenched and hands in frozen in little claws, keeping the bike from crashing with my will alone--it ( Read more... )

Today, I'm going to go back to Hendersonville to look for a summer job. I have several places in mind. They are mostly restaurants, but there are also a couple factories that pay well, and a hotel. No matter which genre of work I choose, be it abject servitude; menial, mind-numbing, soul-killing factory work; or answering phones and cleaning up ( Read more... )

Imagine:

You're on your way to Disney World with your kid. He's excited, eyes alight with the glorious anticipation of Space Mountain and that one really cool Aerosmith ride. All of a sudden, one of these things gets up right beside you on the highway.

"Aaah! Mommy! What's that?"

Talk about awkward.

From my research for my psychology paper (due Thursday, approx. 6 p.m.)

Weinberg, Thomas and G. W. Levi Kamel. S and M: Studies in Sadomasochism. New York: Prometheus Books, 1983.

"The sexual connection between pleasure and pain may well be more biological than psychological or cultural. During the last decade, a mysterious group of internally ( Read more... )

Newly-revised To-Do List:Writing Center handout, one page (for today at 5 ( Read more... )

So, yesterday I was everybody's acting bitch. For Nyssa's movie, I had to be an emotionally disturbed college student who brings flowers to ghosts and runs away trembling from Gummy Bears. For Brittany's movie, I was an aspiring actress who goes to Actors Anonymous meetings, but thinks all the other members are crazies ( Read more... )

It turned out to be a nice mystery date. Mela, the Indian food place downtown, has food that really is to die for. What I mean by that is that I might die soon; I'm afraid to eat anything else, ever again, because it might lessen the memory of the Divine Pabulum I consumed there last night. I say Goddamn it's good ( Read more... )

Um, maybe I should start writing in my Livejournal. Nobody really knows I even have one except for probably Sarah and Kirsten, and I doubt you guys ever check on me anymore. I've pretty much proven that I'm an LJ deadbeat. I have neglected, abused, and smoked crack in front of my journal for far too long, and I'm going to be a better mommy. Besides ( Read more... )