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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
What I want to happen today
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Vonage.
Hello, Allison. This is (agent). I'd like to talk to you about representation.
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Vonage.
Hello, Allison. This is (agent). I'd like to talk to you about representation.
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Sunday, February 7, 2010
Yesterday I went to the reading of someone I don't like in order to support someone that I do like. As it turned out, everything went great. The piece that he read was awesome and very heartfelt, I got quite drunk, and I wore my kickass new red boots.
I felt good. I sat between my husband and one of my longtime writing colleagues, listening to another friend read. When the girl I don't like got up to introduce people, she stumbled nervously and I laughed.
I never said I was a nice girl.
I felt good. I sat between my husband and one of my longtime writing colleagues, listening to another friend read. When the girl I don't like got up to introduce people, she stumbled nervously and I laughed.
I never said I was a nice girl.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
So here's where I can feel superior
As of Feb. 6, Adam and I will have been married for twenty-two months. In that time, I have never regretted playing the wedding low-key. I'm sitting next to this couple and their Wedding Guest spreadsheet at a cafe and it's giving me a stomachache just listening to all this crap. They're spending $20,000 on one frigging event. What, is she going to match her tampon to his?
I do feel superior because I wasn't a damn bridezilla, because I didn't push my husband away with my whininess and demands before he even put the ring on my finger. I feel superior because we are not in debt up to our eyeballs for a single day, and because we stayed friends with all two of our vendors: Luke, our photographer, and Russell, our caterer.
I want to turn to them and tell them -- her especially -- that being married is so much better than getting married. I wonder if they'd listen.
I do feel superior because I wasn't a damn bridezilla, because I didn't push my husband away with my whininess and demands before he even put the ring on my finger. I feel superior because we are not in debt up to our eyeballs for a single day, and because we stayed friends with all two of our vendors: Luke, our photographer, and Russell, our caterer.
I want to turn to them and tell them -- her especially -- that being married is so much better than getting married. I wonder if they'd listen.
2000, "Barbie Girl"
It's slow to download onto my doddering PC through my dial-up line, but I do. There is so much to learn, so much to be taught.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Today's writing
My splinter still hurt. Berkeley Bowl bag indeed.
See, Meredith’s not my type. I don’t even know what my type is, but she isn’t it. I like ... longer. Leaner. Maybe that’s my type. The double L’s. But there’s a turning point in your brain when that element of surprise strikes. You look at this person and you say: Nooo. The triple-O is not optional. It’s not merely no, it’s beyond that. Then a funny thing happens and the letters start to hiss. Like when a no becomes a yes. Something like that.
When that happens, watch your ass. You’re going to fall quickly.
See, Meredith’s not my type. I don’t even know what my type is, but she isn’t it. I like ... longer. Leaner. Maybe that’s my type. The double L’s. But there’s a turning point in your brain when that element of surprise strikes. You look at this person and you say: Nooo. The triple-O is not optional. It’s not merely no, it’s beyond that. Then a funny thing happens and the letters start to hiss. Like when a no becomes a yes. Something like that.
When that happens, watch your ass. You’re going to fall quickly.
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