by Mir | Aug 6, 2004 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Main compartment: * Plastic bag containing swimsuit, goggles, and towel * Lunch bag containing sandwich, juice box, yogurt, baby carrots, and cookie * Tap shoes * Ballet slippers * Leotard * Five unfinished pieces of boondoggle Front pouch: * Water bottle, freshly...
by Mir | Aug 5, 2004 | Friends
The time has come to turn away from crude discussions of my reproductive anatomy, adhesive items on various parts of my body, hormone levels, and toes. It’s time to classy this place up. And you know how I hate to disappoint. So let’s talk about breasts....
by Mir | Aug 4, 2004 | Detritus
Neosporin Scar Solution Sheets: Weird, and sticky. My resume: Still boring. Hate it. Paris Hilton: Too stupid to live. Proof that money can’t buy class. My toenails: Fabulous. The polish I bought yesterday is bee-yoo-ti-ful. Blogging for Books: Making my brain...
by Mir | Aug 4, 2004 | Job? Huh?
My resume is boring. It doesn’t even begin to capture the real me. This could be why I’m having trouble finding a job, because my resume makes it sound like I only have a selection of mainstream skills. I’m thinking of making up a new resume that...
by Mir | Aug 3, 2004 | Health is overrated
That would be my uterus. That keeps giving me crap. From beyond the grave. Or, I guess, the Biohazard Disposal. Oh God, where is my uterus, now? Is it angry that it was dissected and disposed of? Is this why it continues to talk to me? (What, your uterus doesn’t...
