I don’t want to go to work today.

I want to tell you all about the new panties that I purchased the other day with the gift certificates that my two friends Esther and Bonnie gave to me for my 25th birthday.
(Let me first say that I have a love/hate relationship with the word “panties.” It sounds like such a terrible word, which [...]

My most favorite, most beloved post-punk songwriting heartthrob, Ted Leo, is releasing a new album early next month and I simply MUST have it. I’m going to start saving now. Mark my words.
Swoon.

Has anyone read Jon by George Saunders, in this week’s New Yorker?
Holy crap. I need some discussion time. Like, now.

Because of the presence of granola, Bragg’s, soy ice cream and nutritional yeast in the home, I have decided that I am now officially a hippie. But, damn, do I eat well. Have a look at some of those links if you’re not veg-inclined, you may satisfy a curiousity or two.
In other news, I received [...]

I’m getting a little bored of this layout, seeing as it was originally developed as a “Summer ‘02″ layout and nothing more — note use of orange and other bright colors not normally associated with the Fran palette. The thing is, I’ve kind of grown to like bright colors, especially juxtaposed with some light greys [...]

Sometimes, late at night, the theme song to the commerical for the Etch-a-Sketch Animator gets stuck on repeat in my head.
If I’m remembering right, it sort of sounds like Rush.
I wish I had an Etch-a-Sketch Animator.

So, in my many hours in front of the computer today, I managed to finish the last of my MFA applications and apply to two administrative-type jobs in the editorial realm. I made a little goal for myself — after weeping for ten minutes straight into poor Chad’s armpit about the sorry state of affairs [...]

The birthday started on Saturday, with dinner at Kate’s and the requisite night o’ drinking at the Local, explored in photographic detail in the snapshots section. A few people who I was looking forward to seeing never showed, but there was still a whole gang of good people there, and I was happily distracted and [...]

Oh god. I turn 25 this Sunday.
Should I celebrate? Or just cry myself to sleep?