Month: November 2005
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Dear Microsoft Word,
Please stop crashing. Why do you hate these five pages I keep trying to write? I’m so close to finishing this draft of the manuscript and I really need to send it to my editor and I’d really like for you to stop having to “unexpectedly shut down.” Because it makes me cry, Microsoft Word.…
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seriously kicking it.
Awesome accomplishment, Laura. I’m so proud of you. [Warning: you’ll probably get teary at the end, when Eric’s running and cheering, being a badass husband.]
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kicking it.
Pam: Hey, how hard is your kickboxing class, man? Patrick: … You’re going to be blogging about it tomorrow. Consequently I’m in bed. I’m about to get up, but I want to make sure my entire body is awake before I stand. I haven’t actively engaged any muscles other than my arm to lift this…
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Dear R Kelly…
You might be aware of how your fans feel about your recent work, but I bet you rarely get the chance to see people watch your brilliant Trapped In the Closet series. So I present to you: the moment just after the last word in Chapter Nine:
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my mom and my stepdad saw Shopgirl
The following conversation might have occurred because, after four years of bicoastal living, I finally ran out of excuses not to get California license plates. So after two hours at the DMV and only one incorrect answer on my written test (if I’d gotten a perfect score, I was going to ask for a copy),…
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the day the music died
I promised myself I wouldn’t keep bitching about the basement. But honestly. Here’s the thing. I have one week left in my hiatus, a break that represented the first days I’ve had off in the history of my checkered past in LA. Ever. Well, I had five days off last year, but I spent them…
