I can't get that Wilco song out of my head. The lyrics are so amazing ( Read more... )

The Elf, as it turns out, is one of those great hippie alcoholics we all benefitted from in high school. The kind who always had the best weed and was always ready to have a drink with anyone at any time ( Read more... )

It so happens that on Xmas morning, I realized the Elf had left all his eggs over at my house from the previous day's baking emergency. He had been talking all evening about how he was going to make himself this great Xmas breakfast of eggs and bacon and toast. So I texted him that I had all his eggs and did he need them? He did. He came over and ( Read more... )

I just barely got my fresh homemade cookies into the hands of the corporate lawyer and got him hustled off to his Xmas eve movie with a friend before my wonderful Elf arrived to help, for the third day in a row, with the baking. (This would be the stranger new in town from the East Coast.) So far no rape, theft, nor murder. In fact he brought me ( Read more... )

"Armando" is writing a book on diet and exercise called "Use It or Lose It." He wants me to read the first chapter. Yes, this is what the world needs; another exercise book--this one written not by an expert, but by an engineer who, like all engineers, has figured out the ONE RIGHT WAY to do EVERYTHING and wants to make sure everyone else gets the ( Read more... )

Over pizza with the idiot from O-side (which turned out to be worth the trouble), I realized what his problem is. He's a pathological liar. Every opinion he proferred that I disagreed with he turned into agreement with me however he could. He told me he was Jewish, then said his sister is a Christian fundie..."oh, I uh, I converted to Judaism in ( Read more... )

Why is it I never hear from the men I most want to hear from? The idiot from O-side called 1800 times yesterday to make sure I wasn't mad at him, and because I'm hungry and penniless, I accepted an afternoon pizza offer from him today. I've been trying to get my hands on some pizza ever since last night when I smelled it cooking at the restaurant ( Read more... )

I was supposed to go out with "Armando" tonight but I called and cancelled due to cramps and exhaustion ( Read more... )

Today I had coffee with a trumpeter-turned-acupuncturist. He liked my shoes (apparently boys like Chuck Taylors--been getting lots of compliments on them lately--a sign that I am no longer dating La Jolla asswipes ( Read more... )

I am a moron. Not all the time and not about everything. About men, I am a moron ( Read more... )