Had a fun afternoon with Beth today as we commiserated about our various woes, discussed respective plans for the future, and evaluated the men in our lives, or the lack thereof. Snerk. Now, a few weeks ago with Janis at the Edge, we drank Gray Goose vodka and I listened to her "men are pigs" speech.Then a drunk guy came up to us and rambled for awhile. I don't understand where she finds them. The last ill-advised episode was with a Kurd on the run from Iraq who kept bemoaning the loss of his lo

Anyway, y'all should know that I do not have a stellar record of journal writing. In fourth grade, I failed a class because I just simply refused to keep a personal journal, as was required. Every single day, I'd write, "Today, we had an informative class. We went on a field trip to the newspaper offices. Then we did an assignment." I'd keep getting comments back like "This is like a secretary report!! Where are your FEELINGS???" Then I'd hand in journal entries written entirely in code. I found

Time and time again, I refused to have an lj. "I'll never get off the computer," I said. So I fought the evil lj, and I won... in a way... maybe not really... sad, isn't it?