Tag: ABChao
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Name Dropping… and Shattering.
A criticism an old boyfriend used to give me (I’ll leave out his name so that it doesn’t look like I’m complaining) is that I go too far back in time to start my stories. “I ask you when did you return the video,” he’d say, “and you start with, ‘Back when I was six,…
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books are not on strike
My latest sew-sew-sew projects are from Every Day something-something-Japanese. Making a blouse from a Japanese pattern resulted in two things: I felt extremely proud of myself when I created something that looked similar to the picture, seeing as how the directions are in Japanese. And two: it ended up being too small for my American…
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Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, Hurry–
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry up Tuesday. But wait! AB leaves on Monday. Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down now. I think AB threw away my kitchen sponge. I didn’t have it for any other reason than the scouring power on one side. She thinks she’s helping, I know, but all…
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Picket Lung
I know it’s important during week four to keep up the fight, the resolve, the rah-rah-rah, but here on week four, day four, I have woken up with a serious case of Picket Lung. That’s the Radiohead song Laura House and I wrote yesterday while we walked, because we picket in a very active construction…
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rainbows have nothing to hide.
[scripty] AB Pa’am? PAMIE Yes, ma’am. AB … I think I don’t like Radiohead. PAMIE I guess I understand. AB These songs make me want to kill myself. PAMIE You aren’t the only person who’s said that to me. AB Is that okay? That I don’t like Radiohead? PAMIE Your marriage might suffer. It might…
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It’s Not You, It’s Me.
No, I’m not still reading that book. And no, I’m not still listening to the Violent Femmes (thanks Delphine and Dave for your concerns about my iPod’s state). I can’t even really blame the job, but I will anyway. I’m working, and AB’s here, and life is hard and I’m trying to get this year’s…
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professional apartment therapist: ab chao.
Look who’s in apartment therapy. I’m looking forward to being her guidance counselor during TV Camp. I’m currently sewing my name in my underwear, too, as I’m about to start writing for this show. Drive safely, pretty lady. LA is fixing to fix up some mimosas, and I can’t wait for the giddy combination of…
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office space
I keep planning on sitting down to write my Festival of Books story. I haven’t forgotten. Instead: Two Office-related thoughts in my head lately. The first was after hearing that Jenna Fischer broke her back at the upfronts by slipping on marble stairs while wearing heels. “That’s exactly what will happen to me if I…
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still coming clean.
Amazing that we’re still, still, still talking about The Soap. I remember the day AB and I found The Soap’s website (oh, my golly, four and a half years ago!), completely written in Japanese. We tried desperately to get that soap on this continent. I’m happy to see Arsoa’s gone ahead and made an English…
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Sending Letters to the Universe
Happy Birthday, Jeff “Old Man” Long. Uncle Junior is wearing a party hat and not much else. Dan, I miss you. Please come home soon. Al, if the B-52’s can write a love song to a wig, so can you. Rebecca, I cannot wait to throw down at your wedding…but how will we ever top…