Last night I was up late writing and heard a sound outside that gave me a chill. I went through “What’s wrong with that animal?” to “Oh my god, that’s a kid” to “Oh my god, that’s an adult.” Just the most bone-chilling howl, then a slamming door and screaming shouts. I froze and kept… Read More »
I Pretty girls are a dime a dozen, but super-intelligent, kind, loving girls are rare as a pearl the size of a grapefruit, rare as pink diamonds, rare as a pure white dragon who lets you ride him in the night. What’s all this concern with outsides anyway? Don’t let your eyes give you a… Read More »
I got this organic tomato paste which is my new secret ingredient for everything. I love an intense cooked tomato flavor. The nice thing about this tomato paste is how it’s in a cute little jar. I add a spoonful here and there, like to Erik’s eggs, or to some broth I’m simmering ramen noodles… Read More »
Brilliant brilliant brilliant essays here. I’m going to submit something. http://www.freshyarn.com/30/essays/cohen_amemo.htm
My four-month period ended a couple days ago. It’s so nice I don’t have to think about it: life is more convenient. So hopefully I’ll have a cycle now.
Did you know I hate cilantro? Well, I do. And I joined a support group. http://www.ihatecilantro.com/member.php?user=robotmad
My first modem was 300 baud and given to me by my friend Scott so I could call the local BBS from my Commodore 64. I’m too embarassed to say the names we went by there, but if you ever thought my email address was stupid, that’s why. I was 14! The BBS had a… Read More »
I don’t know how to make this display big enough, but I think you can click on it and then make it full size in its new window.
This morning the front right tire looked low, so we decided we should go to the gas station rather than our walk. So we got gas so the air would be free. Life felt so real and right. The wind was whipping my skirt around me, the cloudy sky looked so full of promise, and… Read More »
I was scared to go to high school because my eigth grade science teacher Mr Brickey strongly cautioned me with ideas of being a big fish in a small pond and going to high school I would be a small fish in a big pond. Why was he intentionally scaring me? He thought he should… Read More »