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A couple of my Clarion buddies have got some (newish) blogs up: Left of the Mississippi (Inez) Alec Austin

So, I really wanted a T-shirt that said “Fucktards” on it. And I got a little carried away… come join the fun. Any requests?

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it without knowing what’s going to happen next.” – Gilda Radner

Back in Chicago after visiting B in NY for the weekend… we hashed out a lot of personal stuff and watched some great movies and ate good food. A lot of life-stress about what I’ll be doing next year also came up, and I’m a lot more stressed about it than I’d like to be,

Ginmar’s got a thread up where women are talking about their experiences with abortion…. answerings the question: if half the women in the country have had an abortion, where are they? Here are some. I wish there were safe forums where women wouldn’t feel they had to talk anonymously about it. But here’s a start.

I’m sitting here at work researching opium (the smell of it, particularly) and collecting slang terms for marijuana. No, I’ve never done illegal drugs in my life. But I write about a lot of people who do them. Fun, fun, fun.

Hey, J.Jill now has a 14W-28W women’s clothing line. Sweet. Of course, I doubt you can get those sizes in the store, cause then both big and small women would be able to… shop together! Unlike at places like, say, Ann Taylor, and let’s not even talk about Abercrombie and it’s size “00” fetish.

My wacky roommate has performed the bi-annual book census of our apartment: January 2005 Apt Total: 1541 Kameron: 486Jenn: 1055 Kameron’s%: 31.5%Jenn’s %: 68.5 June 2005 Apt Total: 1606 Kameron: 524Jenn: 1082 Kameron’s%: 32.6%Jenn’s %: 67.8 As you can see from these fine numbers, the percentage of books that are mine in the house has

There’s been something bugging me about this Dark Cabal site that I mentioned a couple days ago. Reading Nick’s take got me to thinking. Now that I’ve had time to read over some more entries I’m thinking: You’ve gone to all this trouble to be anonymous and super-secret about your identities… so why aren’t you

Packing for NY, getting ready to show the apartment again, writing up a proper description of a city that doesn’t exist. Drinking wine like water, as it’s the only other beverage besides water that we have in the house… I’m behind on my e-mail, so apologies to those I haven’t gotten back to. Going to