Ask me again in thirty years.
For some reason, I’m feeling very young this week, and it’s not in that good way. I’m not feeling young in that vibrant, lively, healthy, carefree, frolicking naked through a … Continue reading
Protected: Stalemate.
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Remind me to tell you someday.
Logical yet nonetheless irritating–I’ve had so much going on in the past week that I’ve been unable to update the journal with what I’ve been doing for the past week. … Continue reading
Anybody who says differently is selling something.
I sat outside in the cold night air wondering what would happen if I just fell apart, atom by atom.
Sharks in the pool.
Random thoughts for Wednesday: – Nothing makes you appreciate the jobs of others quite like having to do them yourself for a few days. My managing editor has been out … Continue reading
The battle well and truly joined.
This morning, at a quarter til seven, I heard a songbird stretching its lungs. It took me a moment to realize that the streets at that hour have been deathly … Continue reading
Unverified amounts.
Sometime last week, Homophobia was given a powerful ally in the form of–believe it or not–Rolling Stone magazine, founded by gay magazine publisher Jann Wenner. In case you missed the … Continue reading
Five Days in Pacific Standard (Part Two).
As I was saying… January 6, 2003 Tumbleweed’s Big Mean Brother / Where Reality Goes to Die / Rome Rebuilt in a Day / Appetite for Repetition / Forbidden Back … Continue reading
That comes out of your pay, Cratchit.
Christmas Eve in the office and there are but four of us here. I’m only here because I said I would be, and as such, my manager left a few … Continue reading
“Dreams are overrated/ but they’re often underestimated.”
Update: Last Friday, a man with a thick Hispanic accent called up asking for “Christina.” Today’s subject line is a source of slight disappointment to me–it comes from a misheard … Continue reading
Creative Control 