by Mir | Jul 19, 2005 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Wow, nothing gets the crickets chirping like a grown woman crying her eyes out. Half my readership, struck silent in an instant! And for my next trick, I shall hurl racial epithets while trying to convert you to the Church Of Pitypartiology! Or not. Because, um, there...
by Mir | Jul 18, 2005 | Friends
If I close my eyes, the part of my mind that is adrift will actually impose an undercurrent of motion on my senses. It’s a slight but steady pull. My eyes always pop open before it gets so strong that I’m washed away. But I’m tired, you know. Bone...
by Mir | Jul 18, 2005 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
I brought cookies in to work today, but you can’t have any. I’m mad at just about everyone. No one here at work has pissed me off lately, so they get cookies. Also, if they’re busy eating cookies, they may not notice that I am about three unkind words away from...
by Mir | Jul 16, 2005 | What do I do all day?
Monkey’s birthday is in January–which sucks badly enough, for him, because it’s so close to Christmas–and I have a horrible history of presenting him with birthday presents he can’t run out and use. It seems like a good idea, giving a kid...
by Mir | Jul 16, 2005 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Do I really have the right to say “take your finger out of your nose” to a child whom I’ve allowed to spend the entire morning watching cartoons in nothing but his underwear? Discuss.
