This morning I went to the post office because I did something bad in my last five or six lives. I continued down to the village, and I had to detour to kill time because the hippie lunch hole wasn’t open yet. This took me past the bus station alcoholics who patrol the payphones for [...]
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Monthly Archives: August 2006
Space: a vast conspiracy
Solar system downsized. Now, I didn’t actually read that whole article. I just skimmed the headlines to make sure the casualty wasn’t Uranus. Science is way boring! A baby has been tolerating the songs of Kurt Weill this week. I am fresh out of ideas for entertaining a baby. The other day I was singing [...]
Boop doop beep
A dude left a message to say he was sorry for dialing the wrong number. This is almost as entertaining as when another dude called to discuss my long distance service. I said “Oh, I’m sorry, you have the wrong number.” He apologized and hung up. I can’t believe that worked, but now I do [...]
Welcome to Stockholm
On Wednesday, my adorable mini captor celebrated two months of breathing. Not to mention pooping and barfing. It takes a village something something. Something indeed! I didn’t particularly care for her (or anything) for most of those two months, but we’re on a roll now. We’ve had to learn each other. It’s been hard. Calculus [...]
Hey, wanna buy a monkey?
No? How about a baby? No? How about a cat shaved up like a baboon? No? A husband who is psychologically blocked from putting his clothes anywhere but next to the hamper? No? I got it then. You want my cursed condo. The one that floods and threatens to explode. The electrician was in to [...]








