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Monthly Archives: March 2002

Fusu in Japanese means “shit”

I adore sushi. I adore the way that it’s so neatly packaged. I adore the the colors. I know I’ve written an entire entry about how much I love sushi, but I felt it needed to be reiterated. I have California roll for lunch today and I’m eating it with my fingers. So much for […]

Just call me Mother Teresa of the cosmetics counter

Here’s a beauty tip: want to achieve the soft glow of exfoliating sugar without the exorbitant $18 price tag? Loofah with industrial grade sand paper. Same thing. Oh man, nothing wakes you faster than the scraping off of layers of your skin. Although, I do have to admit… my bod is soft and supple like […]

Warning: this entry contains 25% more incidences of the word “fuck”

This weekend was one of those long languorous weekends that seem to never end. Of course they do end, though. That part sucks. Friday night, Esteban did Esteban things. I ensconced myself on the sofa and watched AI, which I admired for ‘filmanship’, if nothing more. My college film professor’s voice kicked into overdrive as […]

Welcome to my psychosis

I think I have a brain fog. Like in Joe Versus The Volcano. Only I have no really attractive luggage and Meg Ryan doesn’t show up in various forms of bad hair. This morning, I woke up with a start, having just had two variations of my Reoccurring Nightmare. I’ve had that damned thing for […]

Karmic debts really stink

  Two bits of disturbing news yesterday. First, if I had decided to stay in Atlanta to see Tuesday night’s opening performance of Rent, I would have likely been traveling northbound on Highway I-75 on Wednesday morning. We were on that very stretch of highway roughly 24 hours previous to that terrible crash. And that […]

Karmic debts really stink

Two bits of disturbing news yesterday. First, if I had decided to stay in Atlanta to see Tuesday night’s opening performance of Rent, I would have likely been traveling northbound on Highway I-75 on Wednesday morning. We were on that very stretch of highway roughly 24 hours previous to that terrible crash. And that section […]

Cover your ears Christy13, this is going to hurt, baby

It had to happen. It’s not easy for a relationship to be so perfect for eternity. Some might think damn well impossible. But it’s finally happened. The magic is over. I can’t go on with this charade any more. I am no longer in love with my Monte. We’ve had a good run’ two and […]

Atlanta: The conclusion

So we both woke up yesterday at 3:30, after sleeping on the world’s most unyielding bed. We were both stiff and groggy. I made myself a breakfast of my leftovers of Chicken Parmagiana and then Esteban ate what I couldn’t (Maggiano’s’ where one meal feeds four people). In retrospect, it was far too early in […]

More Atlanta… pretty boring actually

So Atlanta. Some more. Sunday, Esteban and I went out in search of “fun things to do”. My list included “go eat Southern famous food”, “see Stone Mountain” and “Do something Civil War-ish”. I also wanted to see the Centennial Park downtown where the bomb did or didn’t go off. First thing was to go […]

More tales from Atlanta

Pictures of rabbits humping. This page just got hit off of Google for the phrase “pictures of rabbits humping”. There are some wrong, wrong folks out there. I apologize to any of you who might have a lepus fetish. I don’t want any angry People for Bunny Luvin’ members filling my in box with hate […]

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