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Doesn’t matter if it’s black or white

Ok, I’ve recovered. Somewhat. In case you missed it, this page looked a little wacky for about four hours. It was all black and white and grayscale. Now it’s feeling much better. I’m still in mourning however. It’s just quiet mourning. Also, Craig made me feel a little better with one of his comments. So, […]

Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!

As God as my witness, Marti Noxon, you are going DOWN bitch! Sniffle…. my snarky undead boyfriend. Excuse me. I cannot think today.

La souris gare la voiture

Thank you to whomever nominated this entry for Best Dramatic Entry in the Diarist Awards for Quarter 1 2003. I’m greatly honored and am in some great company along with Cutting Through Fluff (whom I met at JournalCon 02 and still have her little pink fluffy swag sitting next to my computer) and Sunshyn. I […]

Firm support

I had this afternoon off, due to my insane work schedule earlier in the week, so I had lunch with Fern in which I defied the very laws of nature and ate barbecue while wearing a white shirt and escaped unscathed. The weather was incredible, so I drove eastward, blaring the Abba and singing at […]

I’m Above Average for containing my own saliva

Mmmm’. It’s spring. You can almost see summer, almost touch it even. It’s just right there, inches away, and you can almost brush it with your fingers if you reach out far enough. This morning, I woke early, dressed WAY cute (Hottie Jeans, even though it’s a Thursday, sneaks, and retro 70’s athletic shirt, with […]

Silly rabbit, some Brits are shits

Finally finished wading through my collection of Manor House episodes on the TiVo. It was a bit like running a marathon, mostly because each episode was two hours long and through some crazy Public Television logic, without commercials, so rather than being two hours of TiVo time, it was two hours of REAL time. By […]

I have no idea what to put for Hair Color on my driver’s license

Our television in the bedroom is going all hookey and I was lying there in bed, getting extremely frustrated with it, because the only way you can stop it from fizzy shizzy squizzy is to bang it on the side for some temporary relief. But I had just banged it on the side so many […]

Because I’ve got a vagina

Scotty Boom Boom went to the funeral in the Monte with Esteban and me. We had all sorts of varied discussions, ranging from how much our various jobs suck (point of reference: I was asked to call in from the funeral and check to make sure I didn’t have any voice mails. Yes. Really.), boy […]

Cleanliness is next to Mouseliness

I have some very disturbing news to share: There are mice in our house. Ok, I know that you’re looking at me like ‘Well, duh!’ because of the first mouse and the second mouse incident. But you see, I had rationalized them. With the First Mouse (well, technically, half a mouse), I figured he was […]

When to dance

Another friend, another funeral to come. Tom was 31. We just found out today. Esteban called me in tears this morning as I was drying my hair. I almost broke it right then, but I had to stay strong for Esteban, who was sobbing into his shirt while sitting on a bench outside his hotel […]

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