Wednesday, February 22, 2006
In roughly 48 hours, some of my favorite people in the world will begin to descend upon my hometown for a 60 hour period of ridiculous fun, ass shaking, bratwurst swallowing (ding) and probably more boobs flashed than on Bourbon Street. Tonight, as I was finishing up on my school work and some freelance stuff, […]
Thursday, February 16, 2006
There’s a storm coming. A big storm. I’m weirdly excited about this storm, more excited than I should be. Sure, I’ve been nervously fretting that there wouldn’t be enough snow for a sleigh ride next weekend (next WEEKEND!!!) and we’d have to be happy with a humdrum hay ride with wheels instead of a glidey […]
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
So this morning. I was half-awake when I realized that yes, Virginia, it is a Tuesday and not, for instance, the mythical day of Satnesday, where cloned Russell Crowes will anoint my body with gold-infused oils and juice fresh pomegranates for me all day long (love the fresh juice, don’t want to deal with the […]
Thursday, February 9, 2006
Why are boobs sexy? I don’t know if I understand that. I mean, I sort of understand the whole point about asses and evolution and doggy style, but seriously, the need for boobs to make those perfect mounds in sweaters, to perch languidly in demi-cup bras, what is that exactly? Sure, I love my rack, […]
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
Update on my independent study thingy: Professor Darling is quitting. Her semester is so stressful that she’s declared it her last. She has no time for anything, which means that she wants very little from me. Now I have terrible guilt over the whole thing. Stupid work project. Stupid Shermer Illinois. Speaking of the project, […]
The week in Illinois sort of flew by. Most of it was spent in various conference rooms, scheming to get a few precious seconds with a shared Cat5 cable. If that cable were a prostitute, we would all have a raging case of crabs this week. Between that, a crazy schedule and marginal cell phone […]
