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I just forced myself awake from a dead sleep. I had a nightmare that Jenn (my roomie) told me that she was moving in with her her SO when our lease ran out in May. I was flabbergasted, because I’d told her months before that as soon as they started talking about it, I would […]

In which the protagonist realizes she’s utterly exhausted. She decides to move to France.

And, yea, there’s an incredibly dorky, dorky shot of me “preparing to shovel” which, alas, I will NOT reproduce here. Just the snow:

Is not a romance movie. It’s not a movie about people falling in love. It’s not, in fact, about real people. Cardboard Heroine: There’s danger here! I’m so confused! Do I want to run away with my rebel-leader husband, or the drunk non-communitive ex-lover of mine who’s treated me like shit from the moment I

For those in SF circles, you may be aware of the Trent/gabe & friends circle jerk (no, I won’t link to him. Matt does. See link to Matt below). I guess I should just be gleeful this time around because he addressed the reader as “you” and reserved “him” for describing any character you might

WASHINGTON – President Bush (news – web sites) is readying a new budget that would carve savings from Medicaid and other benefit programs, congressional aides and lobbyists say, but it is unclear if he will be able to push the plan through the Republican-run Congress. Where else was the money supposed to come from? No

Dude. 6 or 7 inches? Actually, over a foot, and still falling. Jenn has pictures. I’ll try and steal them. Guess who’s getting up early tomorrow? EDIT: for those reading this post before the one below, Julian reminds me to remind those of you heading out to parties tonight that I’m talking about — the

Waded up and out to class today, then dropped by Old Navy to buy a new pair of khaki pants. Unfortunatley, the one pair I liked and wanted they didn’t have in my size. Or, rather, they had it in my size, and it didn’t fit, so I got the next size up, and *that*

I would be too. Such displeasure on the state of affairs: tsunamis, gay sponges, snowstorms. I mean, it’s so obvious the end is nigh. I’ll spend it curled up with my copy of On War and some hot chocolate. It seems entirely appropriate.

Why is it that when my cheap headphones crap out, it’s always the right headphone that craps out? Truly, one of life’s great mysteries.