July 2010
"The Storm" by Kate Chopin
I The leaves were so still that even Bibi thought it was going to rain. Bobinôt, who was accustomed to converse on terms of perfect equality with his little son, called the child’s attention to certain sombre clouds that were rolling with sinister intention from the west, accompanied by a sullen, threatening roar. They were at Friedheimer’s store and decided to remain there till the...
“I know this will come as a shock to you, Mr. Goldwyn, but in all history, which...”
– Dorothy Parker, to the head of MGM
the sun is burning: Anne Sexton, the Kiss →
My mouth blooms like a cut. I’ve been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby crybaby , you fool!
Before today my body was useless. Now it’s tearing at its square corners. It’s tearing old Mary’s garments off, knot by knot and see — Now it’s shot full of these electric bolts. Zing! A resurrection!
Once it was a boat,...
my day at work
I pretended to be rich, and figured out what I would order if I got these Vera Wang invitations (for 50 save-the-dates, invites, and RSVP cards, the total would be about $2000). Then I felt like crying.
LIFE! SO COOL!
photos ahoy!
What do I do with my free time? you might ask. After all, I’m nowhere near as active on the internets as I have been, historically. Well, I’ll tell you, reader. For the most part, I spend my free time looking at dresses on ModCloth.com and salivating. Just imagine. That green! My eyes! ModCloth could singlehandedly cause me to drop my long-standing hatred of prints. ...
