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Can’t MakeThis Stuff Up

July 30, 2010


My wedding gift bag included a bag of Cheetos. Am I psychic? Advertisements

Dating Update: Eating Cheetos and Xanax in My Pajamas Edition

July 30, 2010


Dropped off the face of the earth: 1.  The Republican To recap, we talked on the phone regularly for several weeks before meeting.  Had a couple of very good dates, despite his horrific politics, which is no small thing for me to overlook.  Then we made the beast with two backs, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with […]

When I Grow Up (The Angsty Work Post)

July 26, 2010


The first thing I wanted to be when I grew up was a singer.  We lived in an old house with low windows, and I used to play my WHAM! tape and croon along, kneeling at the casement and hanging my head over the porch roof.  I thought it was fairly likely that I would […]

A Brief History of Crime and Real Estate

July 20, 2010


When I moved to the District in 1993, it had recently won the honor of Murder Capital of the World, and my family and friends confidently predicted that I would die, quickly and painfully.  I played it cool, but I was a complete rube, a babe in the woods, and I suspected that they were […]

Home, Where My Music’s Playing

July 18, 2010


In the family I grew up in, I was the eldest of a passel of cousins, half of whom lived within walking distance of me. Together, we roamed the interior of our shared blocks, racing bikes down the alley and building forts in old ladies’ yards, begging popsicles and calling all the neighborhood dogs by […]

25 Year Old Me Lives On

July 15, 2010


Things I unexpectedly did yesterday: – Met a stranger for a drink. – Drank 800 drinks instead of one. – Exaggerated my card playing abilities and amassed humbling gambling debt. – Stayed out until last call on a school night. – Was chased down the street by the bartender because I left my wallet on […]

Taking It to the Streets

July 13, 2010


Well, no cure for the dating blues like getting right back out there, I suppose.  Start tonguing those frogs again, hoping one morphs grotesquely into a prince before my eyes.  Or not grotesquely, preferably, but let’s be real.  That would be a disgusting process. Some people question my love of the Craigslist personals, and I […]