archives for December 2004
thoroughly festaed
Friday 31 December 2004 | I like a cookie
It’s three-thirty here at Chez Zen and I’m curled up in bed imitating Herself—that is, lying here with my G4 on top of the duvet and pretending to work. She could be playing solitaire for all we know, but I don’t think she is; she’s a force of nature—as M. used to call me—but I [...]
the sun also rises
Wednesday 22 December 2004 | I like a cookie
It’s not the healthiest sign when I start blogging in bed in the middle of the night. Well, truthfully, it’s six in the morning and I would write in my regular journal but there are no lamps and I still haven’t bought new ones and N. left for the bakery like an hour ago and [...]
statement of purpose
Monday 13 December 2004 | I like a cookie
part one I don’t like Mondays, all the way from the Boomtown Rats to Tori Amos, the soundtrack to another self-destructive, self-hating sesshin, my boyfriend tries to be helpful and give me a mantra and breathing exercise and I clutch the phone and just want him to materialize from down the other end. I’m in [...]
