Life

Wear comfy shoes. And put plastic over fucking everything. Invest in a big ole’ bucket o’ paste. Remove crappy tape and apply new tape. If you are unable to remove crappy tape job done by contractors, fucking put new tape over it anyway. Tape tape tape. It is self-adhesive! Begin paste job. Slather paste. Two […]

…time for bed, chiklits.

Received my paycheck today for the three days of work I did at the investment firm last week. It means I can afford to pay my minimum credit card payments this month, but even with my student loans deferred, I’m still paying for all of my groceries with credit cards. However, now that I’ve done

I spent a couple of hours at Walmart today scouring the shelves for hypoallergenic products. Before I moved out here to Dayton I’d never concerned myself with this shit before. Who were all of these people out there with “sensitive” skin? Did this mean the creams were less abrasive? Were there no crushed walnuts in

I realize I haven’t posted any pics of my new diggs yet. Here’s my new room configuration and workspace: The map to the left of the desk is my GW world map. Sometimes actual WORK even gets done here. I even have line edits just SITTING on my desk WAITING to get input. Don’t knock

What I did this weekend…. Attempted to re-paste, re-sand, prime and paint this with my roomies: Up into the attic…. From here it doesn’t look so bad!! Wait a minute. There’s something odd about that ceiling… What the hell…? OMG. OMGWTFBBQ FOR SERIOUS (for the record, it looks about 10X worse in real life –

Well, at least it’s shorter. You know, Stephanie used to tell these little anecdotes about the difference between living in Dayton and the PNW, and I used to think they were terribly funny. Her oft-repeated story is one in which she was sitting around with the other receptionists at her workplace and she used the

My parents called me tonight to remind me that it was a year ago today that Jenn called them to say I’d been brought into the hospital in a diabetic coma. My condition was “stable,” but though Jenn knew that was better than the condition under which I’d been brought in, the doctor on duty

Ian and Stephanie bought this little house here in Ohio and they’ve been fixing it up since they moved in back in September. It wasn’t a shithole, but it wasn’t exactly the tidiest, most up to date place on the block. They replaced all of the windows, tore up all the carpet and had the

Ian and I are going to Home Depot to pick up paste and paint rollers to finish the drywall work the contractors did upstairs. “OK,” Ian says, “Do you have a stopwatch?” “Um, no?” “OK, we can just use my cell phone.” We get in the truck and he hands me his cell phone. He