(If this is your first visit, check out Best in Show for some posts that are both more and less depressing. ) 1 pair of men’s plaid pajama bottoms 1 grey t-shirt 1 book about Rosalind Franklin 1 electric guitar tuner 1,200 conversations auto-archived by Gmail 1 razor 1 tub of the kind of ice cream he [...]
I forgot about these. You Are More Likely To Be Struck By Lightning Than To Get Married After Forty, And Why I Pray That There Is No Third Option Mom, I’m A Lesbian*. Just Kidding! But You’re Never Getting Grandchildren Because I Am Now Too Old That Stupid Motherfucker And How He Did Me [...]
I used to spend tons and tons of time wading through online dating sites, carefully parsing men’s profiles and trying to weigh such ethereal information–baseball caps bad, liberal good, too much emphasis on live shows, too little on books. I tweaked my own profile relentlessly, striving to show myself in the best light that was [...]
…to my sister, who suspended her plan of not speaking to me to accept my hysterical phone call from Lieu’s parking lot on Friday night. …Philly Friend, for letting me live with her one day a week and for driving six hours in a heat wave just to spend an evening listening to me whine, [...]
Having cried already today in bed, in the shower, in my car, and in my office, I submit that there should be more cultural norms surrounding the grief process for breakups. In other words, I should not have to be here today. I should be at home, and people should be dropping off homemade casseroles [...]
Lieu and I broke up tonight. I am supposed to be writing a paper, due tomorrow morning, but how I’m going to accomplish that when my heart is shattered into a million jagged pieces I don’t know. My pillow still bears a dent from his head, and the towel he used this morning is hanging [...]
Sorry, everyone who came here hoping to read about my love life or complex interior landscape! I’m in the middle of book four–read the last three in a row–and I’m just beside myself with worry about Bran and Rickon. But I promise not to talk about it any more after this. 1. You begin to [...]
1. I am taking the next six weeks off school. Not sure if this is a great idea or not, but I can no longer resist the siren song of the pool and farmers market. And the not driving to Philly every weekend. 2. One school break project is going to be boot camp. I [...]
A story that isn’t about me, but could be. Nancy wasn’t too big on Thai food. Didn’t hate it, didn’t love it. Sid craved pad thai regularly, but every time he suggested it Nancy wrinkled her nose and said, Maybe Indian? OK, Sid would agree, but he dipped his naan in bitterness as well as [...]
Over the weekend–the long, long weekend that I spent mostly alone while Lieu did adorable holiday things with his children–I had the least obscure dream of all time. As a creative person, I am disappointed that this is the best my subconscious could come up with. We were driving together to his parents house (never [...]
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