Archive for January, 2008
An Open Letter To Hugh Laurie.
Thursday, January 31st, 2008Hugh.
At first it was almost sort of endearing, but you have got to stop stalking me.
I understand that you found me because both Pointless Banter and TranceJen are fast becoming household names due to our reputation for producing modern, cerebral literature at its best.
I’m well aware that celebrities, as such, need to unwind with a […]
Chilling.
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008It’s train-station cold in the TranceCave this evening, and while the radiant space heater clenches its little feet and trembles with effort, the chill still shivers into my skin and burrows right into the very meat of me.
It’s shitty driving weather, to be sure. I remember driving over the suspended bridges and into the […]
A Backbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008I have a seriously fucked up back due to some disc degeneration, and I long for massages. However, my budget expressly forbids massages of any kind except the sort that drunken old men offer on the street, and let me tell you, they miss a lot of spots. Plus I once found […]
Don’t Go Next Do’ No Mo’.
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008The house next door is fa’rent.
If you’re not up on your Ghetto-ese, the opposite of fa’rent is ta’own. This neighborhood used to be mostly filled with ta’own properties but has become increasingly populated with fa’rent homes and apartments, which means that a high level of undesirables, mainly drug dealers and the occasional redneck, has […]
A Little Bit of Soap.
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008You know, I’m as girly (I loathe the connotations of that word, as if I should be wearing a pink flowered dress and white patent leather Mary Janes - still, I could not think of one to better suit my purpose) as the next girl and I like “product” too.
Still, I sometimes long for the […]
Broken Fingernails.
Monday, January 28th, 2008I am sucking down what must be my sixth Diet Coke and writing my third journal entry of the day, which speaks of both how sedentary I’ve been and how I’ve been trying like hell to push through this pain and do something mindless - the degenerated discs in my back have my spine fucking […]
Home Sweet Home.
Monday, January 28th, 2008The Green Bay entry full of squee is the previous entry. This is the entry full of sleepy, whiny complaining.
I feel very beat-up and beat-down from my trip. Don’t get me wrong, it was worth it on every level and I fully expected to come home a hot ghetto mess after I’d been drinking and […]
Weetacon IV - The Meatening.
Monday, January 28th, 2008Yesterday as Bullshit and I were wandering around the Mars Cheese Castle (which, for the uninitiated, is your basic cheese store/bakery/souvenir shop/cocktail lounge) I finally came up with some good answers to “Why the fuck are you going to Green Fucking Bay in the middle of winter? Are you crazy?”
As for the second part of […]
Off I Go To The Land Of Snow.
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008I’m leaving for Green Bay tomorrow and am officially behind schedule and freaked out. Packing? I don’t think so!
I’m going back to the eye doctor today to check on the eye ulcers, which I don’t suppose are any better given the fact that the pain is still there and the blurriness seems to be worse, […]
Last Night.
Monday, January 21st, 2008Today was not a good day, as I fell and fell and fell some more, and my eye hurt and my head hurt and my brain fucking wouldn’t stop thinking like a bitch, and sleep seems like a gift.
At eight o’clock I head to the shelves in the chipped kitchen cabinet earmarked for my pills […]
