the food of love I heard a lyric last night: “Your blood is in my heart.” It seems strange that I haven’t heard that lyric a thousand times before. There are some that we hear over and over again in songs. “Her hand in mine.” “I still smell her.” “And I was his.” These lyrics…

what’s it worth to me? Nine dollars. You can buy several things for nine dollars. You can buy a pack and a half of cigarettes. You can buy two six-packs of Diet Coke. You can buy half a tank of gas. Two cartons of milk. Lots of bread. Two Chicken Nugget Supersize meals. Ten writable…

the oldest popstar speaks The other afternoon I was having my cool coffee under a cool umbrella at a cool coffee shop, reading the cool paper like I usually don’t, when I found the “news” blurb announcing the auditions for next season’s Popstars. I smiled, thinking about how some of my readers had asked me…

the obvious dreams I had a dream last night that all of my things were stolen. The thieves had left a note, basically along the lines of, “Ha! Try and get your work done now!” The handwriting was very girlie, and I was pretty sure they had signed their own names. They had only stolen…

lessons learned. My fingers are killing me. I finally had it with these ho nails, having dealt with them for about a week now, and I spent the earlier half of the day soaking my hands in some acetone. The thing is, I was having a very difficult time typing with the fake nails. Okay,…