by Mir | Dec 29, 2004 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Everyone has their little foibles, right? It sounds so quaint to say “foibles” instead of just saying damn, some people are unbelievably anal. Same meaning, different nuance. Foible: cute, adorable, fuzzy, and quirky. Anal: ewwwwwwww. I am not anal. I have...
by Mir | Dec 29, 2004 | Detritus
Santa knows me so well. He put a Veruca Salt CD in my stocking that he found in the dollar bin! (Let’s not even go into my incredulity at this album being in the dollar bin, but this isn’t California, ya know.) It’s an excellent soundtrack for...
by Mir | Dec 28, 2004 | What do I do all day?
One of the things I’m supposed to be doing this week while my children are off with their father is Figuring My Life Out. And as tempting as it is to spend this time wondering what my little ones are eating, what they’re wearing, and how late they’re...
by Mir | Dec 27, 2004 | What do I do all day?
A story in a series of short vignettes that are really only entertaining if you’ve had a glass of wine or three. Morning! Clock: Yo, get your lazy butt outta bed. Me: Sleepy. Clock: It’s gonna be lunchtime soon, get UP. Me: Stupid clock. Pillow: I love...
by Mir | Dec 27, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
My desktop computer refuses to boot. It acts like it’s going to, and then at the last minute it reverts to the maddening blue screen and starts all over again. I have no idea what’s wrong with it. I know it’s a piece of crap but it’s my piece...
