“Hey, M!” Boyfriend calls from the shower. “I’m out of soap!”
“Why don’t you just use mine?” I yell back through a mouthful of Mini Wheats.
“That’s not soap. It’s that gel stuff.”
“Oh right, and your manly pheromones will be damaged beyond repair if you subject them to my Peach Wisteria shower gel.”
“I just need soap. […]
Archive for June, 2007
Monday, June 25th, 2007
Wednesday, June 20th, 2007
We all have a relationship with our inner dialogue. You know, the little voice in your head that babbles for hours without stopping, chattering away with its running commentary on everything you do and experience, sometimes silenced only by meditation, sleep, or tequila shots. (”What little voice?” your mind says as you read this. “I […]
Thursday, June 7th, 2007
I’m fundamentally uncoordinated. It’s kind of remarkable, really. On a typical day, I’ll discover at least four ways to slam, bruise, slice, maim, gash, break or flambé myself on a wide array of inanimate objects. Once in a while I’ll bust out with some feat of grace, often involving contact sports with countless opportunities for […]