by Mir | Aug 6, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
So Chickadee was injured at the Foosball table on the first day of camp. On the third day, the same boy came over and started hassling her while I was standing right there (that one has a bright future, lemme tell ya) and I was able to scare him off. This morning (day...
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...
