1/4 piece of a Killer Brownie from Dorothy Lane Market eaten at today’s workadoo holiday potluck + 1 spoonful gooey macaroni + dollop of oreo cream puddy pie = OMFG. I never fucking eat this stuff any more. There’s this moment of loss and longing, after you eat it, realizing that you’re just never going […]
I started plugging in dates to price tickets for going home for the holidays, and I realized that one of the reasons (besides the price) that I’ve been putting it off is because I’m really going to miss my boyfriend when I’m gone (insert vomiting noise here, yeah). It’s stupid, lame, and, I suppose, a
The Good German, the book: Excellent. The Good German, the movie: WTF? If I hadn’t read the book, I don’t think I’d have any idea what was going on. The characters were entirely unsympathetic. Instead of good people made bad by bad circumstances, they were all (with the exception of Clooney) a bunch of black
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I write everything at my job. Everything. I write up SOPs for software installation, hardware maintenance, corporate store applications. I write “news” stories and announcements for our intranet frontpage. I create PowerPoint presentations from talking-point outlines. I write and edit marketing copy, business proposals, executive resumes. I write and revise panel descriptions, sales rep letters,
Still hate them. On the upside, I didn’t realize I had this many backlogged novel projects.
Fresh, nubile pumpkins await their transformation. Stephanie holds their fate in her hands…. I have all the right tools for the job. Just call me the eviserator. Mmmmmm. Tasty eviseration. Around here, we don’t need costumes to be scary. Gutting nubile corpses is tough work, even for brutal women…. Mmmmmm… tasty pumpkin guts. I take