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So Long And Thanks For All the Fish

Ultrasound today! Woo! Last night I dreamt that Jason and I had a pet baby dolphin, until I accidentally cooked it in the oven. I was so distraught over the death that I woke up at 4 a.m. in a cold sweat. I'd say this dream stems from 1) my deep secret fear of giving birth to a dolphin, or from 2) seeing The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy yesterday. I was all set to go with number 2, until I basically had the same dream again, only this time, it was a turtle, and Tana from The Apprentice believed... Read more →


It's My Journal & I'll Blog If I Want To

A collection of half-finished and half-assed thoughts that are all I have time for today, what with the job and the creating life and the miracle of it all. On Tuesday night, Jason and I went to one of our favorite restaurants just for the sheer hell of it. (Also because we were having a bit of a face-off about who's turn it was to cook that night.) (Hint: It is never my turn.) Anyway, towards the end of the meal, a girl came up out of nowhere and said to Jason, "I just wanted to tell you how much... Read more →


Wednesday Advice Smackdown

(Work, y'all. WORK. I may never take a vacation again. I may never take a lunch break again. I may never write an advice column during the workday, the way God intended, again. Am banging this tripe out while watching Lost, so you know, shut up Shannon.) Dear Amalah - My company is tanking and I'm about to lose my job. My boss said so. Actually, everyone BUT my boss is about to lose their job. I just bought a house and am having a baby. What the FUCK should I do? Do you think anyone is going to hire... Read more →


Aruba: The Photographic Evidence

I know some of you were beginning to doubt that I actually did go to Aruba, and were probably thinking that I lied and actually vacationed in like, Newark or something and have spent the week trying to Photoshop pictures of Newark into something more tropical-like. Well, ta-da, Aruba photos, finally retrieved off of Jason's work computer and uploaded into a completely ass-backwards order for your enjoyment. Click for the Aruba 2005 album. (Have you ever seen the Aruba 2003 album? It's about the same only more drunk.) And for those of you following the ultrasound saga: My doctor called... Read more →