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Archive for March 2003

Kafka stands in Prague in the snow

I sort of can't stop listening to Cocteau Twins. It is high school all over again in my office. Cocteau Twins make me want to ingest odd combinations of nonprescription drugs: their brand of shoop-snick-swirly swirliness is an auditory Robitussin high. Or maybe this urge is mentally connected to the high-school vibe. And of course […]

just the tip of a very naughty iceberg

THINGS THAT CONSISTENTLY MAKE ME LAUGH1. The part in the Simpsons opening credits when Marge pulls into the driveway and Homer screams and runs into the garage. How many times have I seen this now? The Simpsons has been on for more than ten years? It's still funny.2. Sometimes LT and I are lying in […]

felt up, felt down

I have lost yet another pair of gloves. Where? El, bus, cab, on the street, in a dimly-lit bar: who knows anymore. For those of you playing the home version of our game, that makes the third pair this year. And you can buy swimsuits in March, but you can't buy gloves. Nope. Not anywhere. […]

e-z credit

REJECTED FRAGRANCES FOR THE SPRING SEASON1. Skank by Christina Aguilera (why has no one done a Christina Aguilera-focused photoblog yet? She's got that whole Twisted Sister/Ru Paul thing going on, and it is fascinating that anyone would voluntarily look like that.)2. Bourbon!3. Penetration (again, I'm surprised this hasn’t happened yet. All those other abstract-nouns-that-imply-power-relations [Intrusion, […]

the Republic of Kajagoogoostan

My little fake vacation is over. Now a small team of experts is going to have to figure out a way to transform this pile of slack back into a human girl, preferably the sort who can figure out How To Give Even A Tiny Bit Of A Crap About Things Like Her Job. All […]

thin as a chicken foot

Purple pajamas. Tiny mustard stain on sleeve, which bothers me but not enough to actually do something CRAZY and RADICAL like CHANGE MY CLOTHES. Because it's Sunday, and I don’t have to be anywhere but instead can stay in my apartment like a feral animal with my Jesus and Mary Chain albums on continuous repeat—a […]

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