Author: Pamie
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High Class Problems
It’s late, but I’ve got The Insomnia, so here I am, writing another entry. Will the wine work, or will the writing work? One of these things should get me sleepy. I’ve got work in the morning. Um. So. I ran into my friend Alex at the store last night. We went to college in…
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Weezer: Pinkerton
Song: “Across the Sea” I know, I know. Any excuse to talk about Weezer. But I swear, this is the song on my iPod! I promise! I was just singing it.
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Apoplex, Please!
Hey, here’s a bad idea: watching this week’s episode of Six Feet Underif you’ve ever had anyone in your life die. Jesus Christ, that was painful. Work went late tonight. Had to cancel dinner plans. We’re officially in production now. One of the things I do miss about my pre-television life is my lunch schedule. Every…
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do not curb appraise
Running through my neighborhood today, I passed a sign outside a house for sale. Underneath the three signs with phone numbers and information about the realtor, there was a tiny sign dangling from the bottom, on hooks. It said: “I’M GORGEOUS INSIDE.” In Los Angeles, even the houses need validation.
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Green Day: American Idiot
song: “Give Me Novacaine” Green Day is the boyfriend you have your sophomore year of high school, the one who likes to talk about poop and thinks it’s funny to push you to the ground and fart on your head. You hate Green Day, but you love Green Day. And one day you decide you…
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Look How Pretty!
Sweet, smart, beautiful Anna Beth Chao made this pretty website with her two bare hands. So tell her she’s wonderful, because I couldn’t be happier with pamie.com’s new digs. Also, I’d like to give a very special thanks to my boy JD at Myrmid Hosting, who keeps this enormous site up and running when all it wants…
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“and some days they last longer than others.”
Friday morning. No sleep. Have to get to the airport. My bones ache and I’m sure I haven’t packed everything I need. I don’t have the strength to think. I make it to the shuttle. I turn on the iPod, loud. Shuffle plays cruel tricks.
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“So I lit a firecracker, went off in my eye.”
[readermail] to: pamie@pamie.com date: August 2, 2005 10:59:24 AM PDT subject: (no subject) I had A dream that I was At My House And I was Crying for mys sister that I haven’t seen in a long time. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? -MEAGAN [/readermail] I don’t know why Meagan thinks I can interpret her dreams.…
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I’m such an asshole.
Here is my public apology. Dear stee and Dan, I resisted looking up the rules, because once stee was so adamant that I was wrong, I started to realize that my fifteen-year old recollection of the nuances of scoring pool might be a bit… off. But I couldn’t resist Wonder Killing myself.