Esteban thinks that he’s not a writer, but he sent me a link to an entry on his own blog and I beg to differ. Out of courtesy, we don’t read each other’s blogs unless the other specifically sends a link, and out of the same courtesy, I’m not going to give you a link […]
In the past three days, I’ve either been fulfilled with a healthy vengeance against all of the assholes in my life or this whole work project is instilling within me my own personal set of brass balls, because I have been the epitome of a boardroom bitch, except instead of wearing YSL, I’m usually in […]
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I’ve finally gotten over the pneumonia. It took two months, three courses of antibiotics, three doctor’s visits, a trip to the urgent care clinic on a Friday night (which is SO damned fun, you have no idea), a breathing treatment, some Prednisone, and more codeine than you […]
(Driving home from getting coffee on Sunday morning) Weetabix : Look at how that chick is running. Esteban : Aw, be nice. She’s getting some exercise! Weetabix : If you run like a spaz, maybe jogging in public isn’t the best idea. Esteban : Maybe I should stop the car and we can get out […]
I was going to write an entry full of links, but you know what? It just never really does it justice. I could write and write and write and you still won’t capture all the laughter and all of the hugs and all of the stupidity and wacky hijinx (Left Siiiide represent!) You still will […]
The Minicon is in full swing, but through the magic of Prednisone, I am up nary four hours after going to bed last night. Suffice to say, each year the minicon gets more and more, in the words of Barney Stinson legend, wait for it, dairy. I have a million seconds of video footage and […]
