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Monthly Archives: March 2003

Baby I’m ready to go

Wow. I’m tired, y’all. Apparently when I am tired, I go all Southern. I should be whoring around with my first cousin any day now. I think I got three hours of sleep last night because my body is still rigidly attached to the idea of getting up in time to milk cows. Forget the […]

The Weetabitinerary

Just a quick update before I go… I am so completely certain that I have forgotten to pack something crucial. Oh, and I have a sneaking suspicion that The Uterus wants to play in San Francisco too. There is a decidedly crampy feeling about my person. Oh well. I refuse to think about it. I […]

An uncomfortable visit to the doctor that didn’t involve specula

Today is Day 40 of Throat of Death. I’m beginning to forget what my real voice sounds like, since I just sound all demony, but not in a cool Nine Inch Nails way, more like a 70-year-old waitress at a truck stop with a Marlboro dangling from the lipstick outline on her pruney lips kind […]

The Stereotypical Me entry

Somewhere along the way, I became that girl. That girl. You know. That one. I’m the girl whose windshield wipers break and then when she fixes them, she runs out of windshield washer fluid on the way to work. And then she switches to a rental car for a business trip and it’s out of […]

Oh no he di’int!

If you were in my house right now, you’d see me sitting in front of the computer, working on the next entry of Quoted and trying to stifle my giggles as Esteban does dishes, wearing headphones and singing “Die muthafuckas die muthafuckas” from the Office Space soundtrack, sounding like the most caucasian man on the […]

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