It's true, I know. After thousands of barstool discussions with single girls in their late twenties, new mothers or wives in their mid thirties, wisened ladies in their golden years, and even those that are still brand new to it all, I've never met a sister who wouldn't admit to falling for a bad guy. Like that everlasting question though, 'what defines bad?' And faster than a bunny, it's a straight up debate between the pros and the cons, black and white, thin vs. fat, any old positive...

Another day, another dollar. You know, I've got some pretty solid views on life and living in general. I try not to be too strident about 'em, because I also hold with the idea that I can change my mind any damned minute I want to, and that's all right, too. But I'm a firm believer that diets are bad... and not just bad for the body, but bad for the brain. The girl who lives across the way from me is currently on the Atkins diet, but has tried a variety of fad diets in the past, all w...

The Violent Femmes, The Clash, The Rolling Stones.... I'm not a big purchaser of music. I'm a radio girl, and by that, I mean car radio. I have several radios in the apartment, but it's mostly just filler; the car radio is where I rock out most. The Beatles, The Kinks, The White Stripes... I can't dance. At least, I can't line dance, I can't waltz, and I can't do any other stylized, choreographed kinda moves. I'm more freestyle, I guess. I can move my hips, and I don't feel stup...

So, I was sitting at the bar one night, and... ... my bartender motions behind me and says, "Who what that, Nicky?" I swivel around on my stool, and don't see anyone. I turn back to her and she said, "He was just there a few minutes ago, in fact, he was standing behind you for about five minutes, and thought it was strange because you didn't turn around and say anything to him, so I figured you were ingnoring him on purpose." The girl next to me nods in agreement, "Yeah, I tri...

Today's one of those days where everything's gone wrong. For starters, I knew it was going to be a semi-day. Semi-hungover after a late night at the Money Money concert, and a rude awakening to wild bruises and things that are going to leave a scar. I was right up front just givin' 'er last night, and the crowd was young and crazy. Slamdancing or moshing, I don't know what the currrent term is, but I was in the thick of it for awhile, really just blowing off steam by acting less than h...

It's been seven days since I've posted an article, so in JU terms, it's been like a year away from the crazy ole nut house. You'd think that I'd have a lot to write, but really, the only thing that I've been doing these days is trying to keep afloat at my place of employment. You'd think that I have never stepped foot in the office, or ever accessed the files on the computer, but with everyone gone (my higher up is on vacation, the Production Manager is in New York, and the Director is cu...

Late yesterday afternoon, Kole informed me that it was a PA day today. News to me, and also slightly suspicious since she's been Little Miss Truant for most of the week.* However, according to her school journal, it is indeed a PA day, so my plans of doing absolutely nothing are now changed to doing absolutely nothing with child . But of course, as any parent knows, there is no way that I'll actually be able to do absolutely nothing . No, in fact, we've got an afternoon of toboggani...

I am now breathing a long sigh of relief: I got the job and I start on Monday. I have only had one day of work since December, and the total amount of money I have is simply random coins in my back pocket. Things were pretty dire, but now, things are looking up once again. My latest assignments concern making sense of the mailing lists, transferring films to DVD, and learning how to decipher my boss' s handwriting. She handwrites everything, and her long, flourishy letters are somethin...

Lately, here and elsewhere, there's been a lot of grumbling about what may or may not be good for the community. If only it were so simple to just cast someone aside, send them to their corners until the forums have time to settle a bit. But we all know that it starts back up almost immediately, so what's the point? I imagine a Joeuser with a polling system, that has a poll that goes around continuously: For the good of the community the following person should be exiled: A: Little...

I took a weekend off and stepped away from the computer... and I didn't look back once. I went out on Friday night, with a twenty dollar bill in hand, and didn't make it home until after 6:30 am. Fun times, all right. I went out with a girl whom I like a lot, but unfortunately, only have about a 2 hour tolerance for. I don't know if this is a bad thing, but really, after about 2 hours, I feel like I've listened enough, and simply cannot work up much more interest. She talks ninety miles...

Texas Wahine wrote about the benefits of photos taken from above Link , a trick that my daughter hasn't figured out yet, when doing self-portraits. I have.

One morning I woke up, looked beside me, and both quickly and quietly as possible, inched away. I searched the floor, found me a trail of clothing and just started putting on clothes while making my way down the longest hallway ever. By the time I made it to the stairs, I was pulling on my socks and I was at the doorway by the time my shoes were on my feet. I would have had a quick getaway, but in the front foyer I spotted the same shoes my sister had been wearing the evening before, so I ...

Nothing like listening to classic rock, in a dusty old dive... I spent several hours today in my favorite bar, just drinking coffee and listening to classic rock, loud . I sat down at the platform table (where hundreds of drunk people have sprained their ankles falling down the stairs, all the while never dropping their pints) knowing I was going to be there awhile. I didn't do much but people watch, write crappy poetry, and sketch weather-related landscapes. Several people waved and ...

Nothing like a Monday morning, sans kid. Really, the last couple days or so have been hellacious, due to too much togetherness. I'm not the easiest person to get along with, let alone 24/7, and she's a fiery girl. We're lucky we haven't killed one another. Bedtime was 8:00pm, so that hopefully her first day back would not be slumped across her desk, due to a late night and no sleep in. We were both back up at midnight though, sitting in the livingroom, wide awake. The girl upstair...

Any normal woman in her mid-thirties would not have this problem, I'm sure. I'm messed up... as messed up as they come, anyway. Instead of using the phone and demanding a rehash, or walking over and at least acknowledging that what I sometimes say at night may well have some bearing during my days, I do nothing. I don't call, I don't even write about what's been bothering me, until now. And really, what's been bothering me has bothered me so for decades, so I'll just bottle it all...