Month: February 2006
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office mates
I used to be very shy. A quiet girl who liked to read books and stay out of the way. I wrote a lot of stories to entertain myself, and I wrote them from inside a walk-in closet because I’m a dork. I avoided making new friends because I knew I’d end up moving, and…
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Why My Brain Is Mad At Me
I used to think knowing all the words to “It’s The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” was an interesting fun fact/party trick. But now that I know more than four full chapters of “Trapped In the Closet,” I kind of want to kill myself. But it’s all in…
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Only in Los Angeles…
… will you find yourself in Silverlake, driving behind a car with the license plate that reads “IM PUCK.” Which immediately makes you: A) Pretty sure you know exactly who’s behind the wheel even though– B) You’ve never met this person and it– C) Makes you want to get out of the car at the…
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rock me, very softly (Part Two)
First, let me say that the first installment of the Movin’ EZ mix generated more email than I’ve ever gotten regarding a specific entry in the history of the blog. Which is a pretty tremendous feat, considering I’m a semi-blogger who isn’t afraid to tackle the hot-button, email-generating issues of the day, from your favorite…
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“Wait. Am I me, or am I a hooker in Mexico?”
Last night at dinner, as the waiter was bringing our cocktails, he asked, “And are you two having a wonderful Valentine’s Day?” There was about a two-second pause before stee and I said at the same time, “No.” The waiter said, “Well, then here are your drinks, and I’ll just keep them coming.”
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The Eighth Annual Valentine’s Day Poems
Don’t be afraid to love them. Dear Hipster Valentine o’ Mine. Your t-shirts aren’t funny. And I hate your blog. I’m dumping your emo ass, But I’m keeping the dog.