What Price
I guess you’re worth more before you’re born into sin. Being a woman is like being 3/4 of a real person. I mean, a potential person. We’re not worth much.
Holding Back the Desert
I spent an inordinate amount of time last night just before bed tossing and turning and playing out in my head the scene in Black Desert that finally made the whole thing fall together for me. It’s a brutal little book, meaner than the last one but with more heart (you know, compared to the
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SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY LUNCH
SOMEONE HAS STOLEN MY LUNCH OUT OF THE BREAKROOM FRIDGE. THIS REPRESENTS A SIGNIFICANT FINANCIAL LOSS TO ME. NOW I HAVE TO PAY FOR LUNCH, WHICH I CANNOT AFFORD. WHERE IS MY FUCKING COKE AND STRING CHEESE YOU FUCKING NAZIS???????????? ALSO, I WANT MY TUPPERWARE BACK!! HOW MANY MORE HOURS WILL YOU HOLD ONTO THIS
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Best.Post.Opening.Evah.
“Revised my uterus.” Now, if only the story *opens* that way…
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Conversations With My Roommate(s)
Stephanie and I were sitting at the kitchen table this morning lingering over our coffee and talking about the trip we took to the bookstore yesterday. “I was so upset they didn’t have that fourth book I wanted,” she said. “Which one was it?” I asked. “It’s called _Death in Little Italy_. It’s set in
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Sugar Crash
I biked down to the local Walmart to get out of the house and wander around looking for a bike headlamp and backlight, since I’ll be biking home from MA class in the dark. I stopped by a cheap local diner for lunch (yes, I’m poor, and here I am spending $8 on lunch. Anyway).