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You must pay the rent.
I can’t pay the rent.
You must pay the rent.
I can’t pay the rent.
I’ll pay the rent.
Curses, foiled again.
Oh and Job almost curses God for all his troubles, but instead curses the day he was born.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 02.20.2012 @ 3:28 pm
Force the template. Remember the force. May the force be with you. My 2-year-old calls Darth Vader “Dark Vader”.
Here’s a guess. 70% of the responses are going to involve Star Wars.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 08.25.2011 @ 12:52 pm
Cranky the crane. Oh how my boy wants one. But for almost $45, I don’t know if I can (or want to) swing it. Yet, Cranky calls out to him daily from the old Thomas The Tank Engine box he refuses to throw out. Damn you, Cranky!
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 07.03.2011 @ 2:34 pm
Wavering between yes and no. Decisions, decisions. Growing up decisions were a production. A stress. A discussion that went on and on and on. Now I can’t seem to decide a darn thing.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 05.07.2011 @ 11:49 am
“Approach with caution. The bear doesn’t know if you are friend or foe. And there are few things in this world more dangerous than a bear.” That’s what the animal trainer said before getting into Wally’s cage and giving him a big smooch on his big bear lips. It was quite a show. I wondered if that’s what the trainer did to get chicks. Then I wondered what chick would want to smooch with him after he had just smooched a bear. I figured there were more than a few out there who would like to kiss a bear. At least by proxy.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 03.22.2011 @ 12:00 pm
Final exams. School has imprinted itself on my subconscious. Whenever I have anxiety about work, I dream about not being prepared for final exams. What do kids in school dream about?
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 03.03.2011 @ 12:59 pm
My dad is positive my oldest son is going to invent anti-gravity and will be despised by the world because it will cause the collapse of the economy. I know. We’re a curious family.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 02.18.2011 @ 1:10 pm
Thick, hot, heavy hair that would turn into what my mother called a “rats nest”. A painful, angry brushing session culminated in a trip to the hair dresser. I remember sitting high up in the chair, my body entombed in a big plastic mountain of apron. Staring in the mirror, I saw a strange head with heavy eyebrows and a bowl cut staring back.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 02.17.2011 @ 5:55 pm
The boss’ wife at the music video production company was the controller. I mean, she did the accounting. She also might have been the controller in the other sense as well. Wait, maybe the term is “comptroller” and not controller at all?
Other thought: when my 4-year-old son doesn’t want to do something he says, “My control hurts.”
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 02.05.2011 @ 12:36 pm
Suicide seemed like such a cowardly horrible thing until I heard someone describe it as “he took his own life”. As if life is not something we don’t already possess.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 02.04.2011 @ 1:11 pm
There’s a darkroom in our house that used to belong to Mr. Shay, the man who lived here before us for over forty years. It has a red door, now fading, and a low ceiling since it’s built under a staircase as an afterthought. It has a sink and an old clock and glass viles and a slight chemical smell, even after all these years. I wonder what my boys will make of the place when they’re older. Will it feel “quaint” or more like ancient history to them?
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 02.01.2011 @ 3:47 pm
I’m 5-years-old and walking along the beach and I’m terrified of the jelly fish. I imagine a searing, death pain if I’m stung. I give them a wide berth and am on edge like I’m walking through a minefield. I see a darkly tanned woman in a skimpy bikini stride across the beach, her foot nonchalantly avoiding the pale blue and green bubbles by barely a centimeter. Looking back, I imagine her partying with gangsters and snorting coke that night. But as a five year old I just have the vague sense she’s tough and pretty.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 01.31.2011 @ 3:54 pm
Got a rocket in my pocket. It ain’t rocket science. Up, up, up, up! 1950’s. To the moon! Optimism. Weeee!
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 01.24.2011 @ 11:58 am
Problem solved. Bang. Bing. I got it done. How I try to be that kind of person. And how often I feel overwhelmed by problems instead. I just need to remember to tackle problems one at at time.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 01.24.2011 @ 11:10 am
And endless cycle swirling into infinity. Is endlessness possible? Or is the idea of infinity spawned from our inability to comprehend our own end?
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 01.20.2011 @ 12:28 pm
A fiction a faction
I’m trying to get some traction
And write a silly little rhyme
That I will finish just in time
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 01.05.2011 @ 12:16 pm
that is how we spell success! Success! Aw, Aw, Success! A success story. A succession of stories of success.
Never noticed the two c’s and s’s before. Put a little space in there and you get “succ ess” which isn’t too far from “suck eggs” which kind of implies the opposite of success.
Okay, back to work!
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 01.03.2011 @ 4:47 pm
Lucky ducky. I am a very lucky duck. I always have been. And yet, there has always been the fear that darkness is just around the corner. Why waste all that luck with morbid thoughts? And why “jinx” myself with claims of having always been lucky? (See, there I go worrying again!)
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 12.27.2010 @ 12:42 pm
Mythology is the DNA of storytelling. It is an expression of the collective unconscious. It is a primary clue to what makes us human. It is true in a way that science and “the facts” cannot be. I’m trying to think of some funny way to end this and can’t in time…..eeek!
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 12.27.2010 @ 7:30 am
I was advised in a book about starting a business that putting a gold paper clip on correspondence with clients would make a classy statement. I’m not sure whether or not this is true, but I feel better doing it all the same.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 12.23.2010 @ 6:55 am
A dog sinks his teeth into a stick once he retrieves it and refuses to let go. You go, doggy! You went and fetched it for G-d’s sake!
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 12.16.2010 @ 2:04 pm
I need to get my teeth cleaned desperately. It’s been years since I’ve been to the dentist. The longer I wait, the more afraid I am to find out what’s going on with them. My mother and sister grind their teeth when they sleep at night. I had decided I was so much calmer than they are…that I’m beyond teeth grinding…until my sister informed me that she found out she was grinding her teeth from her dentist. Yet another reason not to go. What if I find out I’m not as calm as I think I am?
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 12.06.2010 @ 11:37 am
Eating at The Ivy. My friend Ben took me and a group of friends there once. He had made good and his fancy girlfriend insisted. I suppose it was yummy, but I was a little too conscious of the prices the whole time. Does apple crumble taste better or worse when it’s $14? Maybe the taste is the same, but for me at $14 it doesn’t go down easy. Hard to fathom the digestive track of that fancy girlfriend.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 11.15.2010 @ 11:50 am
Lend a helping hand of hamburger helper. Oh my, what a nice little helper you are! You helped mommy take out the trash. Help! I need somebody. Help. Help. People like to help.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 11.10.2010 @ 12:59 pm
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I just want to get on your radar. That’s the new phrase I’ve come up with when making cold calls. It sounds kind of corporate and slick and casual and not too desperate? Or perhaps it’s totally desperado.
» Posted By the girl at the end of the hall On 11.06.2010 @ 7:12 pm