Talking to myself. Outloud.
"I don't know what I'm think I'm doing, screwing around online like this, but it certainly isn't work."
posted by Halley @ 11:33 PM
Thursday, October 05, 2006
"I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters." -Joan Didion
About Me
- Name: Halley
- Location: Washington, D.C.
I am won over with offers of: (1) plane tickets, theatre tickets, concert tickets for anything folky; (2) late start times, obsolete alarm clocks, afternoon brunch; (3) charming personal anecdotes, a good bullshit story, choosing one’s own adventure; (4) pickles, multiple forms of the potato, every form of chocolate; (5) and dogs. All of them.
Read Me
- Living with the Bull
- Waiting for the Paperback
- Tripoverthings
- Sherman Shimbun
- indecisiveness
- Pilgrim at Rock Creek
- But Wait! There's More
- Stupid Wedding Tricks
- blue water: news of my escape
- Wonkette
- Dooce
- Kitten with a Gun
- Wildsoda
- Wisecracker
- Daffyd Thomas
- Sonya Wins
- Love Won't Play with You Anymore
- La Queen Sucia
- Vitalstatistix
- Subterranean Swamp
- Tanzania and maybe elsewhere
- Miss Snark
- Yanks Down Under Webring
- Tales From the Edge of an Ozone Hole
Stuff...
3 Comments:
Lady, you were in my dream last night. We were drinking locally-made bourbon or some such that had some ridiculous name at a basement party, only it was in the attic. And there were people I went to high school with there. Hence the bourbon or whatever it was. You were much drunker than I was.
Lush.
maybe that's why I couldn't concentrate on work...
Work is a degradation, my pet. Join me in the ranks of the barely employed.
When are you going to upload a picture of your flat?
I can picture you now, procrastinating in your cold garret, rocking back and forth in fingerless gloves.
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