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Murphy Hates Me

Murphy Hates Me

Everything that could go wrong, did. Not only did it rain on the day of the move, I hadn’t finished packing. From Friday morning to Saturday morning, I packed. Yes, that’s right. 24 hours straight. No sleep. The moving guys were at least an hour late on Saturday morning, too, and only two of them were sent—not three. The cat man, who arranged the move for me, had told them 9 pieces of furniture and 60 boxes. Naturally, he underestimated….

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Don’t Rain on My Parade!

Don’t Rain on My Parade!

I saw the five-day weather forecast earlier today, and I am not a happy camper. I begin moving to my new apartment on Friday, and we’re supposed to have rain this weekend. Rain! I can see it now—water pouring down from the sky, soaking the movers and my boxes of stuff, my furniture, and my computer equipment! I can see it now—everyone running to move the stuff from the apartment to the truck, or from the truck to the aparment,…

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B is for Beautiful

B is for Beautiful

I had lunch with my sister B on Sunday. I hadn’t seen B in years, so it was nice to catch up and see how she’s changed. She’s slimmer now, much taller than I remembered, and very stylishly dressed. I’ve always envied her lighter, smoother skin, her shapely nose, her height, and her bee-stung lips, but it was odd to see it all come together so nicely in her adulthood. The day made me think of my younger cousins, the…

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Bad [Novella] From My Writing Past #2: Of Witches and Sausages

Bad [Novella] From My Writing Past #2: Of Witches and Sausages

Once upon a time, I dreamed of evil burning sausages. Some dark sorcerer had come in and poisoned the sausages being cooked for a party, and as a result, the sausages became deadly little monsters, crawling all over the place and burning every living thing in their path. I had to use my magic powers (1) to elevate my mother, who was sleeping on a futon on the floor; (2) to create a sausage-killing brew, which I poured into some…

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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

I’m debating whether or not to cut my hair. At present, it reaches my hips. It’s thick. It’s heavy. It’s a pain in the ass. Well,… more like a pain in the neck, since the weight of it gives me a headache sometimes. For five years though, right after I graduated from high school, I would grow my hair this long, chop it at the chin, grow it back to this length again, then chop it at the chin again….

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