Month: October 2005
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writer’s ear + office ass = runner’s tears
Well, it’s official. Lately when I order my coffee from whichever boy is behind the counter that day, he calls me by my name and makes a joke about either my current order, or one I’ve had before. I’ve never had a coffee shop where people know me by name. This means I have logged…
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Freaky Friday
Rove still has a job (FOR NOW), Mr. Sulu is gay, and New York smells like maple syrup. Someone explain to me what is going on. And there’s about to be a “Hurricane Beta.” The world is ending.
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The Journal of Truth and Greatness
So, sometimes you want to order a pizza. And sometimes you’re slightly tired and delirious and you’ve had a couple of beers without getting to eat any of THAT PIZZA THAT HASN’T SHOWN UP YET. And you call Pizza Hut (sorry, all of my friends in New York) because you’re in L.A. and it’s late…
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Sometimes Dan and I are sharing a couch.
As we were a few nights ago, bored with an episode of Gilmore Girls. So bored, in fact, that one of us pretended to be asleep, head thrown violently back, throat full of sound.
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Dear Pamie…
[readermail] First I would like to apologize in advance for my poor English; it is at best my second language so errors are bound to happen. You’ve written about Katrina and Tsunami disaster urging people to help and I would be very grateful if you could do the same for the victims of Pakistan, India…
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this is a reminder to myself
This entry is for me. I don’t want to forget today, as I’m home now, thinking about everything that happened that led me to here. I wake up in this house that is mine, that I own, with my husband. He lets me sleep in. I get to work early. I drink coffee. Email. More…
