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You know, this empty iced tea glass looks a lot like an empty beer glass, with bits of foam and everything. I can dream.

I’ve been thinking a lot about raising children. Not because I’m all that hot on having any, but because of this post over at Bitch Ph.D. and because of a comment one of my first readers made about a draft of the fantasy saga. I’ve got a female-dominated matriarchy as one of my major countries,

There’s this guy at work who keeps trying to be overly friendly with me, and talk to me while my headphones are on, and be generally polite and say hello every morning. This is usually fine if it’s just a regular “good morning,” but I’m not somebody you want to try and have a conversation

Perhaps I just need a vacation

Unless you fit yourself up with an IUD, I don’t know that you’ll really know just how sweeeeeeeet this is to contemplate. I’m not looking forward to next week. (via feministing)

And also, I’ve decided that for Christmas I’m going to get a tattoo. Or another loop ear peircing. But leaning toward tattoo. Celebrate the push to 30.

I’m sitting here in bed listening to Tom Waits and sending off my resume rather randomly to admin and project assistant jobs posted on Monster.com. Damn, I remember when making $32K a year sounded like a lot of money. Then, of course, I picked up a bunch of student loans. Funny how that works. I’m

Downside to heading to the beach for a day and bringing a Kelly Link book? I misjudged my flipping-over rate (it was just so much more comfortable to read while lying on my stomach). Hence, one of those nasty sunburns on the backs of the knees, the small of the back, the backs of the

My local writing colleague, Mary Anne Mohanraj, has a bunch of book-related events going on here in Chicago, including a reading at Women & Children First Bookstore, which, as I learned today, has been having a shitty sales summer now that the local Borders has opened up. Swing by and show some support for Mary

Blew off work completely. I’m going to the beach with a blanket, a copy of Kelly Link’s Magic For Beginners, Singularity Sky by Charlie Stross, a notepad, and fucking enjoying myself. But before that, I’m going to go buy some pancakes at the local pancake house, deposit my tax refund, and buy something decadent from