It’s been exceedingly quiet around here, but I’m still alive. I went camping for the first time — where I learned that I am inept at fire-building — and also to Indiana Beach — during which I learned that I am excellent at the wolverine-shooting thingie called Gallery of Ghouls outside of Dr. Frankenstein’s [...]
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So I’ve narrowed the offender down to caffeine itself, which makes my coffee and chai habit that much more unbearable. It’s not the red meat, it’s not the spicy food, it’s not anything the doctor suggested, it’s the goddamned caffeine. Which I suppose means I’m still down with curry and steak (sweet!) but [...]
All rules had their exceptions, but the way I came to see things they generally went like this: Kools and Newports were for black people and lower-class whites. Camels were for procrastinators, those who wrote bad poetry, and those who put off writing bad poetry. Merits were for sex addicts, Salems for alcoholics, and Mores [...]
A painfully incomplete photo essay, but whatever. (Including kitteh pics.)
As of the end of March, I’m quickly approaching job burnout as are many of my fellow employees. We’re all irritable and annoyed and snapping at one another thanks to ridiculous overtime hours and unspecified job expectations from non-existent and/or off-site management. As such, I don’t know whether it’s me imagining personal slights [...]
My workplace was featured on the news today as being an inefficient, cumbersome corporation. Meanwhile, while I take the week off of my actual hourly work, I’ve worked more than ten hours a day on web projects. Feh.
I do this on occasion: fighting the urge to cut off seven inches of hair and dye what’s left bright red.
Because I’ve done this before, I know it neither a) looks good on me, or b) satifies the urge to cut off my hair and dye it bright red.
What gives?
After ruminating on other people’s home activities I’ve overheard, I decided that we at Chez Lauren are straight up lazy. Or rather, I am straight up lazy. And distracted. It boggles that somebody is compelled to vacuum their house EVERY DAY, but then I know that as someone with three cats, it [...]
Tomorrow morning I meet with people from work to study for the spelling bee that takes place tomorrow afternoon. Enough friends have threatened to attend this thing that I’m set to have a goddamned spelling bee entourage, and to my horror, pictorial documentation.
I worry that we’re going to get our asses whupped by a [...]
I just now realized that my dad’s nickname for my favorite baby blanket — Stinky Pinky — is what one might consider a double entendre. Was that on purpose?
I don’t even know why I thought of that.
Well then.
I was planning on going to bed early tonight until Chef and I heard a gigantic boom and ran out into the front yard, where a woman had totaled her SUV in the snow against one of our trees.* We called the police and made sure she was calm enough (she reported that [...]
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