March 2010
3 posts
portentous
It’s totally fine if you don’t “get” me. I’m not offended. I’d have to assume to happened to most people…I can only assume because most people are to embarrassed to try to have a conversation with me.
I use big words, okay? I can’t help it. In fact, it’s physically painful for me to actively avoid them. But you know what? I will put myself...
fealty
It wasn’t even third period, and there was already major dra-ma. But Chloe didn’t have time to meet by the water fountain as usual. She had places to be, work to get done, and only seven minutes to do it.
Maddie was pissed. Chloe was really screwing everything up. Obviously Brad was not on the approved boyfriend list. Not like there was a tangible list, but Chloe should know better....
didactic
“Thank God for slips,” Maura muttered to herself. She hated that it was always her favorite dresses that faded first. Another Sunday, another reason to wear hoes. God’s day.
“Turn off the fucking goddamn light!” Bitsy was not a morning person. She was especially not a Sunday morning person. She neglected to mention this in the nonchalant Craigslist ad that bound...
December 2009
1 post
Listin'
Oh yeah, you’ll deck the halls, and you’ll like it!
…tree trimming tonight. Preceded by lasagna and other deliciousness. I’m pleased as punch to be home.
Things that are ridiculous:
- -15 degree weather…regularly. The coldest it got in NY (I think) before I left was 20 degrees. 20 degrees above zero. I’m an idiot for not feeling prepared for the cold. I...
November 2009
4 posts
Gobble Gobble, yourself.
Happy Almost Turkey Day! I’m back home in Minneapolis (obviously) and basking in the glory that is the Midwest.
Things I’m supposed to do when I’m home:
- improve my Crock Pot beat sheet/start writing
- edit/continue my Breaking Bad spec
- better organize my portfolio
- eat a shit-ton of green bean casserole.
I fully intend on accomplishing number four…that goes...
What's that? There's a bandwagon I can jump on?...
This doesn’t mean I’m going back to my Twitter. Twitter can still suck it for reasons I won’t get into here.
Upon reflecting on my old livejournal entries, I asked myself, “Emily, what else should you be doing with your time?” But I also asked myself, “Would you be okay with everyone reading this?” And the answers were “anything else” and...
