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Randomly generate story ideas! A serial killer holds a slumber party in a restaurant. A courtesy clerk, a terminally-ill chef, and a racist priest practice an act for a talent show in a subway station. A zoo keeper goes swimming with a psychic-powered serial killer in the jungle. Good, clean, fun.

I’m always fascinated to watch people who’ve never had to really work for a living interacting with waitstaff, cashiers, and retailers. There’s this sort of weird classist thing going on – like “those” people are lesser, for having that job, for getting paid $5.45 an hour to wipe your kid’s smeared shit from the restaurant

My friends love to bait me. Jenn burst into my room last weekend and said, “Have you read anything by Norman Mailer?” When I admitted I hadn’t, Jenn broke out Mailer’s “Thoughts on Writing” collection The Spooky Art, and proceeded to read aloud key passages she’d bookmarked just for me. She then photocopied and highlighted

I love my MA school! I love all the cute newbies and their dinky weights! I love that the new guys come in and assume they can do everything with thirty pound weights and then have to stop halfway through and move to fifteen! I love it! They’re adorable! That’s right, my chiklits, add 500

See you after MA class, perhaps. “Well-behaved women seldom make history.” -Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

I’m so, so lucky that I have a good roommate.

Oh, sweet fuck. It just occurred to me, listening to some other sites with audio posts: I can combine the best of Drunk Dialing with Drunk Blog Posting. Oh, the shenanigans!!! This entire media form was made just for me! Post your slurred, drunken rants to your blog at four am on Valentine’s Day! Yay!!!

On September 4 1967 the New York Times published an upbeat story on presidential elections held by the South Vietnamese puppet regime at the height of the Vietnam war. Under the heading “US encouraged by Vietnam vote: Officials cite 83% turnout despite Vietcong terror”, the paper reported that the Americans had been “surprised and heartened”

No shit. It’s too bad I’m not more of a talker, but you know, a couple times a month I could see myself calling… myself, to bitch. And you could all share in the fun! Just think: long, bitchy rants from me, in my voice! With the proper intonation for “fucktard”! So great.

This Could Quite Possible Be the Best Show Ever. But, it’s not. Cause the Scifi channel keeps fucking it up. The premise is this: humanity is being systematically wiped out by “Cylons” – robots who come in several designs, some of them human. As most of their planets have been blown to bits, that last