Great, now I can't even keep the fuckin' schnapps down.

Do you know what sounds like a great fuckin' idea?

Getting absolutely plastered.

I think I'll do just that.

The smell of the tea is pungent, earthy, strong. It makes her apartment smell of a compost heap. Zippy watches Celia moving through the kitchen, her kitchen, from her spot on the living room floor ( Read more... )

Check your assumptions. In fact, check your assumptions at the door.Thursday, she and Rachel fight a war, with lots of slammed doors and shouting. The school's called (again) and Rachel's been in (another) 'incident' with another student and let's not even discuss the issue of your grades, girl, oh yes, I should be terrible for making you give a ( Read more... )

Parking was, unsurprisingly, a real bitch-- it was New York, and furthermore, Zippy had guided them to the always-crowded Union Square. She cheerfully allowed Peter the joy of scouting a parking spot-- the joy of being a driver, right?-- and paid little attention to the rows of cars Peter drove by, instead reviewing the long grocery list in her ( Read more... )