"Crap," I gasped, opening my eyes and blinking at the 6:58 that glowed on the digital clock. "Crap, crap, crap," I said...
Beranda » Archives for Oktober 2009
Walking Disease
I opened the door, winced to find the room full of people and turned to grab another chair. "Katie?" someone called, following me ...
Type
"When I was in grad school," I said, carefully attempting to keep one eye open so I could watch myself clumsily apply eyeshadow ju...
Comments
I do not enjoy posting here lately. I still love many of you very, very much. So I don't get why I wrinkle my nose when I think of act...
Multi-packs of Jello
After accusing someone rather angrily of having a "bullshit argument," I decided to stop taking telephone calls for the day. An u...
Better
I finally ate without becoming violently ill. I feel crampy and unsettled, but not on the verge of fleeing to the nearest bathroom. And th...
Sick
I pride myself on being quippy. I enjoy sitcoms and have picked up a (little) bit of comedic timing and cute responses. So - had I not alr...
It all becomes clear.
"What's that?" Little One asked as she curled into me on the loveseat. I glanced away from the screen of my laptop and looked...
No Complaints
Daily life continues at a hectic pace. I work. I sleep. I react to urgent situations and try to plan a sustainable strategy for my profes...
I am...
A winner! We had a contest at work and I happened to win free gasoline for a year. Every time I stop to fill my tank, I have this mental pic...
Clipping Cattails
We moved to the country before I started second grade, abandoning our too-small house in an increasingly crime-ridden location for nearly 3 ...
Looking Up
The light was pretty this morning. I stared out my patio doors while still curled under the covers, cuddling into pillows while turning to l...
Fine. (Maybe)
"So when you realized you weren't going to change the world - that this job was also hard and disappointing and not the answer to e...
I Said NO.
I despise you, I thought, trying very hard to relax my face from 'menacing glare' to 'they pay me to be interested and polite....
No.
"I'm sorry," I interrupted his scripted remarks after answering the phone, "but no. I'd sincerely like to help and I...