It's not even 9:30 on monday morning, and already we have a winner: a WWII bride refers to sexual intercourse (apparently during which she ALWAYS gets pregnant: "I thought if [he] just hung his pants on the bedposts i would get pregnant") as being "exposed." Like it's a disease. Now, honey, I don't know about you, but it's one of those rare things I prefer to be exposed to. I mean, what are you gonna do, come home the next morning with that shit-eating grin and say to the old roomie, "Dude, I soooo got exposed last night"? That's gonna draw some pretty vivid and unpleasant mental pictures for the dear old confidante. Not to mention start the rumor that perhaps you indeed like being a dirty girl, in the most literal sense of the word...
Dis joint ed thoughts:
Jungle-icious...
my desk is becoming jungle-icious. I have my pathetic and straggling potted plant hiding behind my computer, and my little turtle lamp hiding under it. by the end of the week my area should have a little more personality...they say we can't put thumbtacks in the walls; i say i can't work with bare spaces around me.
people should be fined for the gratuitous use of adverbs.
oh, the things you learn in publishing...
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the way the Miami story is going, I
think the paragraph I just read is supposed to make me say, "Oh, Dear God, No!" Unfortunately, I can't muster up the enthusiasm...I am mired in apathy and caffeine headaches.
But OH! The Columbian party scene. Starlets acting like whores, the cocaine flows like water, Cuban couples sleeping in the yard and band members wearing Carmen Miranda outfits. Can you imagine a party better? I can. Plenty. Even a party at Chacci's house would be better. Or at #6 Byrd Ave. Or in a barn.
Nick Williams would love this job.
A final thought for the day:
"...to the beach and another bad woman, he thought. Why were the bad ones so good in bed? Hmmm now there’s a thought, he mused. Maybe it was the practice."
Have just remembered who "Uncle Billy" from
Love Actually was and why he stuck out so vividly....while I'm sure the man has been in many more films and that I no doubt have seen them...but he's the bad guy from
Blow Dry, yet another film with Alan Rickman. And it was all right, at that. Now, why this has suddenly come to me, in the middle of working on my special ed. textbook that is boring me to tears, I do not at all know.
"'Motherfucker,' the lieutenant said turning and looking south down the road. Two officers traded slugs from a confiscated bottle. Young rookies threw up in the alleys. Herald photographers bribed cops en masse, in plain fucking view: pocketing fifties and expounding theories. The lieutenant went home to sleep--this could wait. The sky broke; the dawn was coming up. Two gawking hookers shivered under an awning, taking it all in. "
Testing...1, 2, 3....testing....
after only one and a half days at my publishing firm, I have decided that certain gems of the literary world must be shared with my loyal friends and readers. I know that, like my other blog, this will probably not be of much interest to anyone save myself and a ragged few, but it kills me every time I come across a brilliant piece of work that I am unable to share with the world at large. Each piece will be fully cited, should anyone ever be interested in reading the full publication, but i invite you to simply sample the smattering I'll provide in order to get a taste of the soft underbelly of the publishing world. these bits are crazy.
**please note tongue-in-cheek attitude of above post when reading the subsequent messages**
