A Remembrance of Things Past, and the Lack Thereof
I’ve been avoiding going to my storage space since August of 2010, when I moved (or “moved”) to Australia. I was convinced that the evidence of my former life would … Continue reading
Just Checking In, or Still Fucked, But Less So
I didn’t make a decision to stop posting back in February, or even to take a break. Time just got away from me, as it tends to do, and … Continue reading
My Back Pages
I wrote once before that I’d tell anyone anything except how much I weighed. It’s not true. I won’t tell anyone that I was molested in nursery school. It’s … Continue reading
Kenny from South Park and the Importance of Being Walter
Until March, when I took care of Walter and Kenny for my friend Rachael, I didn’t understand the whole dog thing. I loved Hoover, my father and stepmother’s dog, but … Continue reading
Ain’t Too Proud to Beg
I’ve spent the last 14 weeks dogsitting. That’s why I haven’t been blogging; I blog out of a desire to connect, and despite being dogs, Walter and Kenny have met … Continue reading
Older, Wiser, and Happy to be Half-Assed
Yesterday was my birthday. As soon as I woke up, I thought about everything I told myself I’d do to mark the day: quit smoking, lay off the caffeine, … Continue reading
Honey, I’m Home, or Swimming Pools, Movie Stars
I shouldn’t have been shaky about covering the junket for Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters 3D this past weekend. I mean, while I may have taken public transportation to the Four … Continue reading
When New Things Happen to Old People
I’ve been in denial. I was convinced that the mailed offers to join AARP were sent in error, and, when an ad for a dating service appeared on my Facebook … Continue reading
I Was A Pixie Wife
Although it’s the 20th anniversary of the day I got married, I’m not celebrating 20 years of wedded bliss. I’m merely noting that 20 years ago this week, in … Continue reading
Expletives Not Deleted
It’s a trick. I’m not writing about being fucked, fucking off, or fucking assholes, except in retrospect: I didn’t post for three months because I left San Francisco, visited Boston, … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Mel! Love, Joel McHale
It’s my father’s birthday. Since I once again neglected to send an actual present, I once again asked my famous friend Joel to bail me out. My Dad loves Joel, … Continue reading
Cheerful and Uplifting Words About the Hardest Job in Rock and Roll
My father suggested that I write a cheerful and uplifting post. It was after I said I was writing about my experience at Outside Lands for my blog; it was … Continue reading
Fuck This Job Thing
I’ve made a decision. I’m not looking for a job anymore. I’m planning to join the ranks of the people that unemployment analysts refer to as “discouraged” just as soon … Continue reading
