A present from my ‘Olly cousin: ‘Bam in magnet form. He lives on my fridge, and sometimes, like when changing his outfit, I take the opportunity to talk to him about his presidency. Constructive stuff, of course. Like how he needs to stop spending so much money. I think he appreciates the advice.
November 17, 2009
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November 6, 2009
Upon discovery, I emailed my mom to share the good news:
[Bestest Friend] is my emergency contact at work. So … if I drop dead or something, expect to receive the news from her.
I didn’t remember listing my Bestest Friend as my emergency contact until I checked my company profile today, saw her name and remembered how, when I was filling out the form over two years ago, we were emailing back and forth and I said, “I’m going to list you as my emergency contact!” and she was all, “Ooo, yes! Do it!”
I find it awesome; my mom asked if she could perhaps advocate for another choice.
November 5, 2009
As I sat crouched over the toilet, vomiting repeatedly, I worried not about my head pain, the partial blindness, or the numbness on my left side, but rather: dammit, if I knew this was going to happen, I would’ve had brownies for breakfast.
November 3, 2009
Had a discussion with a friend. This was a few weeks ago. I’ve tried writing about it, even have a few drafts waiting, unfinished, in a desktop folder, but none of them are right. The discussion did not go well, at least on my side. She may have had a different take on it, or perhaps not, since I didn’t bend to her will or come out seeing her as the innocent victim, as she had predetermined her role whereas I was the evil one, the one who done her wrong. She was outright mean and passively manipulative; I didn’t like that side of her as a person, and I don’t like thinking about it, much less writing it. I’m just kinda done and it/she doesn’t really deserve more time and attention than that.
Maybe someday I’ll finish one of the drafts because the things she would say … oh, Internet, I wish you were there, standing behind her, so I could have had a rational someone over her shoulder – and maybe slightly to the left so as to not be obvious – at whom to roll-my-eyes throughout the twists she took my words. Ok, I lied just then, I really didn’t want someone for eye-rolls, I wanted someone to watch in amazement and say, preferably with grandiose arm waving, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS BULLSHIT.
November 2, 2009
Hahahah ah ah ha ha ha ha h ah ah ah aha.
Good one, Mol.