-
Consumerism.
If you don’t get a Christmas present from me, it’s probably not that I didn’t buy you one. I probably just ate it already. Last week, I went on a…
-
Give me Xanax or give me death. Or, you know, both.
I woke up this morning, flipped on my Krups, and hopped in the shower. As I lathered up, the coffeemaker staged a revolt and brewed 12 cups of Major Dickason’s…
-
On Sunday
I hate Sundays. Especially Sundays like this one. I slept too late, woke up to grey skies, Katsumi’s parked on the couch playing Fallout and the house is moderately trashed.…
-
Who wants to buy me the GHD flat iron?
Something terrible is happening. I’m losing my game. My mojo is gone. (Pun intended, for those to whom I returned the real Mojo this afternoon.) I’m talking, of course, about…
-
For Chris
You know, while I was away I had all this inspiration. I made all these long, verbose journal entries (most not entirely suitable for or interesting to the world at…
-
Costa Rica: Day of Fail
“What should we do today?”someone asked. It was a very hungover eleven AM, the kind of hungover that renders you incapable of ordering a sandwich,washing your face, or finding matching…
erinire.net 