Pamela Ribon

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  • A Night with the Other One

    Last night ended with three of us laughing and gasping in an elevator. I said, “Well, this is the strangest night I’ve had in a long time.” The other two quickly agreed. I ended up at a bar with a new friend, who happens to be a very pretty girl. Now, listen. I’m aware that…

  • Pottery Barn

    Pottery Barn

    Here’s how long the new Harry Potter movie is: Long enough for me to think I saw Diane Keaton and create a story in my head where the woman she was talking to that looked sort of like Diane Keaton had to have been Diane Keaton’s sister, and I imagined they took their kids to…

  • books and cats (cliched journaling entry #325)

    books and cats (cliched journaling entry #325)

    It’s been rather monotonous here. I’m writing, I’m reading, I’m working. Doesn’t make for much of a journal entry, but I don’t want you to think that I’ve forgotten you. So, I figured to appease you and to clear my conscience, I’ll just blah-blah on about how droll things are, and whenever you’re about to…

  • Update

    Just wanted to check in on the Twitch, which seems to have completely disappeared since I did what it said and told the world about its powers. It might also be the Potassium that a few of you suggested. Thanks for writing in and sharing your similar twitch woes, and for making me feel like…

  • Clear Eyes

    So, my twitchy eye. It went away, but now it’s back. It’s back and it’s mad. It wants to be heard. It wants to be seen. It used to be other people wouldn’t be able to see it if I forced them to stare at my head, but now you can see it. You can…

  • 2.5 Mile

    In honor of opening night for 8 Mile, a little ditty about how I’ve been running my ass off around Silver Lake to look good in my groomsman dress this December. That’s right, I’m a groomsman, and I’ve been listening to Eminem on my runs to keep me motivated. He’s so angry it makes me…

  • Check Out My Bowl, Bitches

    Dear Pamela, Ah, yes. I missed you, too. I’m sorry you will be unable to join us at the 2002 International Society of Poets’ Fall Convention and Symposium in Hollywood, California–the largest and most prestigious poetry event ever held. As you know, you were selected to be honored at this event, and we were looking…

  • One Week Later…

    Sorry. Didn’t mean to abandon you, there. Let’s see. Well, I was pretty busy recapping my butt off for Boomtown and Gilmore Girls. I’m also diving back into my new novel, and I’ll allow myself to be sidetracked in a second to stop working on it, so I’ve been forcing myself to go to coffee…

  • The Blues

    I’d never held a newborn baby before. Maybe that was my first mistake. I didn’t know what I was going to be up against. I didn’t know what I was in for. It wasn’t like I thought this would happen. It wasn’t as if I expected to feel this way. We all know where my…

  • Pity Party

    Originally I was going to just try all of the different suggestions you sent in for my armpit problem. I wanted to write back to each and every one of you and let you know how grateful I was that you wanted to help and to let you know how it went. Well. That was…