Week in Review

Honoring one friendship feels like the betrayal of another.

Wurtz Wurtz visits work. G5 Summit re: Bermuda.

Vodka + Orangina = Vodkagina. V'gina for short. Mmmmm.

Rejection as tequila shot: it's always the last one that does you in?

Sue called! Douche in Vermont is on the up & up.

Jenny Does Boston.

My parents tell the story of what each of us were like when we were first born. I cried and screamed all the time. My gut reaction, every time, is to mentally evaluate whether I've changed at all since then. It is an inside joke with myself, but you know what they say about jokes and Truth...don't ask me, I'm bad at sayings.

Why to hold onto every letter/postcard/ticket stub: "You make me write bad checks." Still love it.


Old & New

A subtle difference between old office and new office can be illustrated by the inevitable circumstance of two employees showing up to work in similar outfits. At the old office, this would prompt people to joke that the two had planned to arrive wearing the same blue & khaki/gray & black combination, and then Courtney or I would suggest the matched pair dance together. At the new office, I joke that I had planned it, that I had called my match that morning to discuss. The response I get is, "Dude, you're scaring me."

This is sad. I have my work cut out for me.

The increasing use of "dude" at ridiculous moments does not go unnoticed.

It would be good to go to the beach this weekend. It helps me to think quietly if there is an ocean in the picture. No concern I have matters next to the enormity of an ocean. This is where I prefer to stare into space.

Let's see what happens.

Stupid dog.


All in the Timing

My timing's off, dude.


California, Love

Fish gotta swim and birds gotta fly...
Mothers of America
keep your kids away from us!
(The Wit and Wisdom of Whippanong? Sounds like a movie about retards.)
they won't hate you
they won't criticize you they won't know
they may even be grateful to you
for their missed sexual experience
Bob was paying marked attention to Julie. I was up the river, dealing poorly.

California, Hari comes.

California Dreamin': whether you're leaving, or lying, or fucking someone else, our state will accommodate every fake-a-new-life-for-yourself need. Only remember, the business of breaking hearts is transcontinental. Whaddya say, Erin, are we down in the trenches yet?

Kennedy said, "Northeastern girls are less attractive but more opinionated." A contradiction in terms? You wish they all could be California?

I like big buts and I cannot lie.

And so it came to pass that they gathered on a sunny lawn, in May, on an island no less! Wedding bells and string quartets and the Prince,l'homme-lion, told them a story they knew but had forgotten for many, many years: Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé. Tu es responsable de ta rose...

Flip back a few chapters, friend.

"Of course I love you," the flower said to him. "It is my fault that you have not known it all the while. That is of no importance. But you—— you have been just as foolish as I. Try to be happy...Let the glass globe be. I don't want it any more."