I should have guilt for not having done a real entry in something like forty-two days. I should, but I don’t. Lessee, what happened’ Remember the whole ‘Will I lose my job?’ thing followed by the ‘No, we’ve saved your job, but everyone else should pay no attention to the man behind the curtain in […]
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I am totally going to hell. But at least I’ll have my friends to keep me company.
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I don’t know what’s going on with Diaryland’s servers. I posted this yesterday, but it wasn’t showing up on the buddy lists, it wasn’t showing up as an index page, it wasn’t showing comments that were left, and what is more, I can’t even seem to find it to edit it, as I had planned […]
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On Thursday morning, I hit Vegas like a dust devil, spinning through the airport, which smells like a combination of old lady perfume, fried electronics and a Cinnabon. I step out into the blast furnace of a desert and am almost instantly blinded. The sun walks up to me, taps me on the shoulder and […]
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So I am not packed. I’m supposed to be leaving right this minute, driving down to Milwaukee to catch an insanely early flight (ever notice how everything here on Dumber than a Box of Rocks is either “insane” or “ridiculous” or variations therein… clearly I do not live in a French farce so why do […]
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It’s been a week of indulgence at Casa Bix and the forecast is more of the same. It was our anniversary on Saturday and Esteban’s card made me weepy (damn him! The thing about our relationship is that Esteban as schmoopy as a 13 year old girl after a couple’s skate and that leaves me […]
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(Scene: Corporate lunch in a conference room. Seated at the table is Penny, Carissa, Jasmine, Weetabix’s sister Mo, and Weetabix) Weetabix : (comes back to the table and hears them talking “the master”) Penny : We were just talking about you. Carissa : Yeah… the technique. Weetabix : Excellent time to talk about that! Surrounded […]
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I play this little game with myself at Physical Therapy. The game is called ‘How Much Before You Cry?’ and my competitor is a machine that looks very scarily like a fax machine and the playing court is my knee. There are four little sticky pads that get in the four corners around the bulbous […]
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Over the weekend, a friend was telling someone I had only met that night (who, upon hearing my name, said ‘Oh, so THIS is the infamous Weet!’ which is always a little scary to hear when meeting someone for the first time) about how she now had mad oral skilz and told a story with […]
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Sometimes, I worry. About people. About my friends. About my family. I’ve given up worrying about the government and the stupid (times twelve) things that it does a long time ago. And maybe it’s because I was the oldest child (and was, some have argue, the default parent) but I have this fiercely protective nature […]
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