what I wore and some other words
This week in frivolity: I listened to a New Yorker podcast that included this line, about Miranda July: People like women to be either perfect, or…
Did I ever show you my childhood business card?
Let’s not talk about that summer I decided to spell my name with a capital G. Ugh.
always always wear your tightest jeans to climb a mountain.
It’s been a big week. I climbed a mountain. I finally cracked the candy canes code. (They’ll get prettier, just you wait.) I read this article…
the curious performance art of being a shopgirl.
I know I’ve whined before here about how bizarre it is for me to interact with customers. It continues to be bizarre. I’ve self-diagnosed myself with…
Chocolate dreidels and high ponies
I think the reason I like this outfit thing is because I’m sort of resentful that the minute I get to work I put on an…
yet another day of not being naked out in the world
Let’s just keep this outfit thing going, eh? Oh also, [something about the election here. Insert a happy rant about how awesomely the Republicans were trounced…
cinq choses
1. Just wanted to let you guys I know that I was not late to work. I know you were concerned. Actually, wait, I was late…
I wrote this all on my phone at 1 AM last night
And I woke up fifty times more angry than I was when I wrote it, when I saw my Facebook feed full of friends being all…
