Tag: Body Talk

  • they walk alike, they talk alike, sometimes they even… (nevermind.)

    When my friend Rebecca and I are out in public, we are sometimes mistaken for sisters. In fact, when Dan, his brother Adam, Rebecca and I are sitting at a restaurant together, we look like an East Side version of the Bobbsey Twins: the boys in their ringer t-shirts, Rebecca and I in blue hoodies…

  • this is kinda about my upper body, but really i can’t find a pithy title. bear with me.

    The other day I learned about two words I didn’t know could go together. Cashmere. Hoodie.

  • Bounce With Me, Bounce With Me.

    I bought an Enell Sports Bra, because Oprah told me to. It arrived yesterday afternoon, and despite all better judgment, I decided to give it a test run. Literally. It’s not a pretty bra, but with a little imagination, you can pretend you’re into some weird bondage stuff with it, because… well, because I’m pretty…

  • (and the pills I have to take are blue)

    The shingles kind of make me walk around like Bob Dole. I’m always clutching one arm that’s curled up a little gimpy. I’ve got a slight tension frown. All I need is the pen.

  • i can now, officially, raise the roof

    The very nature of a blog is self-serving, self-aggrandizing, self-important and selfish. I know that I write these thoughts down to entertain you while keeping a diary for myself, as I seem physically incapable of writing unless there’s a prospect of an audience. But some days, I do wonder what it means that I write…

  • a short conversation

    [scripty] Pam Hello? Todd Hey, Pam. It’s Todd. Pam Hey. Todd I, uh, I read your story in the Cold Feet book. Pam Oh, wow. Hey, thanks. Todd Yeah. Pam That makes you officially the only person to have read it. Todd No. Pam Other than stee and people who are paid to read it?…

  • guts

    When I first see the cover of Haunted on Amazon, I have to close my web browser. It is truly disturbing. When I buy the book, I keep it face-down because it makes me so uncomfortable. Whenever stee sees it accidentally turned face-up he says, “Fix your creepy-ass book.” I start reading it in Toronto.…

  • take that, lluvy.

    My passport photo. Is. Hideous.

  • I wish I could figure

    I wish I could figure out how to cure this staph infection, as I’m really fucking sick of taking 500mg of Keflex every day.

  • Drop It Like It’s — ow.

    If there was any wonder how much fun I had at my own wedding, the proof was in today’s doctor bill. I danced so much in those shoes that I have this. The day after the wedding the arch of my foot had shooting pains whenever I went on my tiptoes. I knew I had…