The one where June keeps saying she has to go

I overslept. In elementary school, there was this poor girl who'd come to school late all the time. Our teacher was a terrible person, and in front of the whole room she'd make the girl say why she was late. I mean, we were in first grade or something--you know it had to be some … Continue reading The one where June keeps saying she has to go

Stabbing and raping pumpkins is a really weird tradition, if you mull it over any

For breakfast, I'm having Ned's pumpkin flax granola with plain yogurt. Who the hell have I become? Speaking of pumpkins and Ned, yesterday we schlepped out after work and be-pumpkined ourselves. "Go pose by the scarecrow," I said to Ned, and really, he should take that to a comedy club. We each got a big … Continue reading Stabbing and raping pumpkins is a really weird tradition, if you mull it over any

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you. And your minty rope.

I found two CDs with my initials on them, and seeing as I haven't released a CD in ages, and should really get on that live album, I was intrigued. It was a whole mess of pictures from five or six years ago, that were on my old computer, the one I punched. Marvin must … Continue reading I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you. And your minty rope.

In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo

This site's gonna be the death of me. Typepad is STILL having problems and this thing comes and goes constantly. When I went to log in today, I got the big warning you get sometimes about how I was logging in to an unsafe site. I've been logging in to this site since 2006! Now … Continue reading In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo

Picture book. Pictures of your readers, and your real friend Sleeping, a long time ago.

I am on hold with the IRS. It is Wednesday evening and I have been on the phone with them for 40 minutes. Usually I blog in the morning, but as I am hostage, what the heck. I was just about to leave work today when I got to talking to Deb Downer, the woman … Continue reading Picture book. Pictures of your readers, and your real friend Sleeping, a long time ago.

In which June gets out the photo album. Oh, I know. Makes you wanna dive right in, doesn’t it?

I don't have much to blog about today, because I am uninteresting. Last night I did my Tracy Chapman workout and watched a documentary at Ned's. And yes, I know it's funny I got a divorce from Mr. Documentary, Mr. All-Documentaries-All-the-Time, and then I meet someone else and what the eff do we do with … Continue reading In which June gets out the photo album. Oh, I know. Makes you wanna dive right in, doesn’t it?

Oh, yes. I certainly DO see a virgin up there in those stars. Freak.

Last night I had dinner with my friend and coworker The Poet. We've been TRYING to go to tea together, but clearly God is over us and our tea plans. First, we picked Proximity, which is a fancy hotel near me--and how ironic would it be if a place called Proximity were far away from … Continue reading Oh, yes. I certainly DO see a virgin up there in those stars. Freak.