This will be my last post as a Seattle resident. How weird is that? The past two weeks have been tough. During times of stress, anxiety, sadness, fear, and dislocation with reality, I’ve been trying to keep my eye on the prize, i.e. sleeping next to GTB every night. There’s more to this move than […]

Copper Canyon basks in the glow of huge prizes and illustrious writers

I don’t know about you, but I swear like a trucker. And I’m fine with it. Can’t handle it, cocksucker? Too fuckin’ bad! New poll: Americans swear allegiance … to swearing

On Saturday, GTB and I ran around all day doing errands. Buy boxes. Check. Change oil in my car. Check. Pick up prescriptions. Check. We also had to make a Target run. Now, left to my own devices (and a large inheritance from a distant aunt or something) I would be at Target at least […]

…you can hear the IT guys down the hall doing Cornholio impressions. I WISH I was kidding.

Boo. For Zags’ Morrison, it was an awful ending

I’m not normally a name dropper (though I did recently regale GTB with the story of the time BFE and I smoked cigarettes on a back porch with Anthony Bourdain), but I know this guy. I must have met him after the big injury they mention in 2001, because he didn’t seem like much of […]

The Conductor has a new song up on their myspace page. I think I was even there when they recorded some of it. I’m such a groupie. Go. Listen. Thank me later.

As we prepare to move into a very sweet little house together, I’m finding that GTB and I have different approaches to tackling big jobs. It seems that he likes to stress early to avoid inevitable hassles later, and I am hoping that not stressing at all will decrease the likelihood of those hassles. I […]

Here’s how awesome my boyfriend is: despite the fact that he could, in all reasonableness, be really put out by my annoying obsession with Adam Morrison, GTB called me last night when he knew I was stuck in traffic to tell me how the Gonzaga-Xavier game turned out. Sigh. So now that the crush is […]