and some more links Ladies and Gentlemen: I’ve finished my laundry. This is a major accomplishment. It really, really is. It takes all of the strength I have in my body to pile my clothes up, put them in my car and then wash them. I get so frustrated that I start hating other people,…

and some links Allison was just talking about how she’s found comfort in writing lists. I’ve been doing it for a long time now. I find it’s the only way that I can realize just how many things I need to do. There are always things on my list I’ll never get around to, but…

enjoying life dot com I’m wearing a nice breezy summer dress. I just found out recently that Houston was hit pretty hard with some storms. My family’s home is safe, but I’m wondering what it looks like out there. I hear that Texas is already that kind of hot where you don’t move inside your…

the end of camp raysaway Ray’s been out of town this weekend, which made for naked breakfast and long showers with the door open and sleeping with my clothes off. Whee! But Ray comes back today. Boo. But I’ve missed him so it’s okay. Yay! But he’s not going out of town again until at…

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,…

and slightly bitter Okay, so when you’re gone for a full week you end up having way too many things to talk about when you come back to actually write the entry you want to write. So, I’ll break this up into pieces with things I learned about myself on the trip. I’m never taking…