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Jul 30
2010
2010
Can’t MakeThis Stuff Up
My wedding gift bag included a bag of Cheetos. Am I psychic?
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Archive for July, 2010
Jul 30
2010
2010
Dating Update: Eating Cheetos and Xanax in My Pajamas Edition
Dropped off the face of the earth: 1. The Republican To recap, we talked on the phone regularly for several weeks before meeting. Had a couple of very good dates, despite his horrific politics, which is no small thing for me to overlook. Then we made the beast with two backs, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with [...]
Jul 26
2010
2010
When I Grow Up (The Angsty Work Post)
The first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was a singer. We lived in an old house with low windows, and I used to play my WHAM! tape and croon along, kneeling at the casement and hanging my head over the porch roof. I thought it was fairly likely that I would [...]
Jul 20
2010
2010
A Brief History of Crime and Real Estate
When I moved to the District in 1993, it had recently won the honor of Murder Capital of the World, and my family and friends confidently predicted that I would die, quickly and painfully. I played it cool, but I was a complete rube, a babe in the woods, and I suspected that they were [...]
Jul 18
2010
2010
Home, Where My Music’s Playing
In the family I grew up in, I was the eldest of a passel of cousins, half of whom lived within walking distance of me. Together, we roamed the interior of our shared blocks, racing bikes down the alley and building forts in old ladies’ yards, begging popsicles and calling all the neighborhood dogs by [...]
Jul 13
2010
2010
Taking It to the Streets
Well, no cure for the dating blues like getting right back out there, I suppose. Start tonguing those frogs again, hoping one morphs grotesquely into a prince before my eyes. Or not grotesquely, preferably, but let’s be real. That would be a disgusting process. Some people question my love of the Craigslist personals, and I [...]
Jul 12
2010
2010
Nothing Good Happens at 4 a.m.
Oh insomnia, you are not my friend. I saw Lieu again last week, and we have been talking regularly. This last week has been far and away the best we’ve had since the official parting of ways, and I guess I let it cloud my judgment. My judgment yearns to be clouded, apparently, because what [...]
Jul 08
2010
2010
Dear Everyone on the 42 Bus
I hate you today. Usually you’re so pleasant, with your indoor voices on the phone and knowledge that talking to other passengers on the bus is Not Okay. After all, what do we have to complain about in the morning? We have nice bus drivers, and vehicles that arrive so frequently they’re often tumbling over [...]
Jul 07
2010
2010
Geographic Cure
Lying in bed last night, sleepless again despite a purloined Sonata, I started fantasizing about different jobs. This is a sign of stress for sure; I’ve been both indulging in escapist fantasies and taking what I think of as flight naps, where I fall deeply and profoundly asleep purely to avoid the noise in my [...]
Jul 06
2010
2010
Yucca and Boogie Beans
Each year, my sister and I throw a Christmas bash at the house we used to share. The first year was a big success, with close to 70 people in our 1000 sq ft space. The second year I broke my ankle days before the party and spent the whole time sulking. The third year [...]
