(By the way, my e-mail is thoroughly working again ( Read more... )

Dear teenage neighbors I never liked very much anyway ( Read more... )

Oh hair conditioner manufacturers ( Read more... )

Dear universe,

Please excuse mrissa from braining today. She has the dumb.

Signed,
mrissa's mother ( Read more... )

Dear fingers:

Contrary to your impulse at least six times in the past 24 hours, it is not the Aesir nori novel. Okay? Noir. No wrapping Odin in seaweed.

Certain Parties suggest I should save that for a sequel. Certain Parties amuse me but may not be far wrong, alas.

Love,
mrissaDear brain ( Read more... )

Dear Other Writermonkeys,

Let me check my calendar. Why yes! It is! It is 2008! I thought it might be. And therefore, is now the time for dismissing characters as "hysterical, like that kind of woman always gets"? Not really! Not so much. And if you do it, surprise! I will stop reading your book. ("But you already gave me money for it ( Read more... )

Dear Newspaper Deliverers,

Thank you. Thank the hell out of you. By driving up and down our driveway -- by making multiple tries at it when you failed -- you have created a compacted layer of snow just at the steepest, most difficult part. Chipping away at this for the last hour has availed me very little.

Nolove,
mrissaI want to amend what I said ( Read more... )

Dear neighbors:

You need to stop letting your dogs out to barkbarkbark at 5:45 a.m. No, really. You need to stop. It is not a friendly thing to do. It's getting old. Do you know how old it's getting? The last two mornings, my dog has made the exact noise a junior makes in a squirrelly freshman dorm. The, "arrrmmmmmmfffff," noise. The, "Can ( Read more... )

Dear E-mail Interface ( Read more... )

Dear book ( Read more... )