romantic zebra

Ifgasm

Me: "Okay, so I can't find my vibrator. Not that I'm looking for it right now. But I can't effing find it. I had to use my hand the other day. It is 2008. We are past that."
Isaac: "You should read the DailyKos coverage of Sarah Palin. It is super orgasmic."
(later)
Me: "I am watching Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader."
Isaac: "That the least orgasm-inducing show on TV."
Me: "I know. What's the opposite of an orgasm?"
Isaac: "Ifgasm?"

New and Improved: John Kerry Kills it at the DNC

Erica Bueller's Day Off

    Wow. It's my day off.  
    Plans include: going to New Seasons, cleaning my room, writing, and finishing A Home At The End Of The World because it's really about time. I already went to New Seasons (cottage cheese and Taylor Gold pears, delicious, thanks Jon!) and my suspicion is that, as always, I will distract myself through my day and not really get much accomplished and the fact that I'm even blogging should be a fucking clue as to how committed I am to really achieving my goals.

Curb Attack

    So last Thursday I was having a fantastic day. I was going to spend my morning at the Lit Arts office, had lunch plans with a friend, would spend my afternoon blogging about my birthday andanswering a million emails, then looked forward to seeing a friend for a movie. Everything was going great. I was having a good hair day and my outfit was on point.
    I went to Lit Arts and had a lovely time with the new intern (they call me "Senior Intern" now), arranging the pieces for the student anthology. I felt light and happy. I left a little before 1 o'clock, and biked downtown. I was on Yamhill, coming down to 5th, when I decided to turn left, and angled myself to cross the MAX rails ... diagonally ... which was stupid ... because I have slim little city bike tires ... the kind that fit easily into things like, oh, y'know, MAX rails.