mikarrhea banner


>  blogdex
MIT media lab
>  boing boing
Cory Doctorow & friends
>  meme list
christian crumlish
>  snarkout


>  superette
>  ByTheCathedral
>  boynton
Miss “Boynton”
>  Chocolate and Vodka
Suw Charman
>  margaret cho
>  bloggedy blog blog
Katie Degentesh
>  Snozberry
Chris Horn
>  the redhead
wendy koslow
>  America Hates Us
Lillet & Trey
>  a girlie cul-de-sac
Ashlee McClelland
>  Making Light
theresa nielsen hayden
>  the fun hut
Fey Parrill
>  Free Love Freeway
Cynthia Rockwell
>  867-5309 jenny
jennifer roehm
>  Fists Unfurled
Sara Seinberg
>  michelle*
michelle thompson


>  Ivy is here
Ivy Alvarez
>  michael bérubé
Michael Bérubé
>  cup of chicha
Nathalie Chicha
>  Galley Cat
Nathalie Chicha
>  superdeluxe good poems
Chickee Chickston
>  eeksypeeksy
Malcolm Davidson
>  equanimity
Jordan Davis
>  pseudopodium
Ray Davis
>  transdada
Kari Edwards
>  Third Factory
Steve Evans
>  process documents
Ryan Fitzpatrick
>  overlap
Drew Gardner
>  ululate
Nada Gordon
>  old hag
Ms. Hag
>  this is all your fault
Christine Hamm
>  god of the machine
Aaron Haspel
>  Lisablog
Lisa Jarnot
>  The Jim Behrle Show
Jim Behrle
>  tykes on poetry
Jack Kimball
>  we write to taste life twice
Crystal King
>  lime tree
Kasey Silem Mohammed
>  Ruminate
Chris Lott
>  bemsha swing
Jonathan Mayhew
>  porthole redux
Catherine Meng
>  poop chute
Brooke Nelson
>  Maud Newton
Maud Newton
>  gila monster
Aimee Nezhukumatathil
>  mappemunde
Tim Peterson
>  fait accompli
Nick Piombino
>  caveat lector
Dorothea Salo
>  mike snider's formal blog & sonnetarium
Mike Snider
>  free space comix II
Brian K. Stephans
>  elsewhere
Gary Sullivan
>  the chatelaine's poetics
Eileen Tabios
>  about last night
Terry Teachout
Aaron Tieger
>  Totebaggery
Lillet & Trey
>  okir
Jean Vengua
>  a fool in the forest
George M. Wallace
>  the ingredient
Alli Warren
>  william watkin's blog
William Watkin
>  stick poet super hero
Michael Wells
>  the well-nourished moon
Stephanie Young


>  Agenda Bender
Agenda Bender
>  Eschaton
>  Bad Attitudes
Jerry Doolittle
>  Empires Fall
Steve Barnes
>  Mystery Pollster
Mark Blumenthal
>  farai chideya
a former student
>  wonkette
ana marie cox
>  Brilliant at Breakfast
Jill Cozzi
>  crooked timber
>  feministing
some ladies
>  filchyboy
christopher filkins
>  discourse.net
michael froomkin
>  talking points memo
josh marshall
>  the intersection
chris mooney
>  opinions you should have
tom burka
>  cousin blogorrhoea
Rob Schaap
>  the daily howler
bob sommerby
>  xx
some other ladies

sexual blogging

>  Susie Bright's Journal
Susie Bright
>  daze reader
evan daze
>  eros blog
bacchus & aphrodite
>  sex and depression
>  edifying spectacle / pansexual sodomite
richard evans lee
>  Pillowbook

2004-12-05 23:11

Last night Greta went out drinking with Bart [and, we discover on Monday, surprise, the grapey Godfrey of Oenophlygia . Ed]. I was pretty upset ‘cause I had expected her to be there when I awoke from my overdose of sleeping pills. The cruelest thing she could do was not to come home. So that’s of course exactly what she did. I kept calling her cell and various land lines, tracking her around the city. Sometimes she’d answer and tell me she wasn’t coming back, she was out with friends having fun, she wanted to be young, and I should just get over our breakup; mostly she wouldn’t answer. Around 3 am I called Bart’s mom and got his cell number, which he just turned off as soon as he saw it was me. Of course, they had my car. But I had her G4! I figured I gave it to her; I could take it away. By then I’d had two bottles of very nice Zinfandel all to myself. So I erased all her files—past courses, current courses, current teaching, huge music and photo collections. She showed up with Bart around 5:30 am and started grabbing her stuff. I’d hidden her computer and wouldn’t tell her where it was. So she took my iBook and smashed it totally to bits on the ground. The vicious effort made her fall backwards in a really embarrassing pratfall almost into the fireplace, which obviously hurt her tailbone a lot. I laughed hard. I told her I’d e-mailed all her students and her professors (she knows I have access to her faculty account and distribution lists) and revealed stuff she knows would definitely kill her at BU. I didn’t really. But she freaked. She kept screaming at me how I was acting completely crazy and that she never knew I was such a maniac and couldn’t deal with a simple break-up. She was pretty much falling apart. Bart took her away.

OK, so, to make a long story very short . . . she showed up this evening looking like shit. She wore that battered appearance behind her eyes she had worn before she went to McLean the last time. Her parents were waiting in the car. She didn’t know what to do. I told her she could stay with me. I told her that I wasn’t about to erase all her files without first making a back-up. She’s sleeping on the couch next to me now. Rory, one of the cats, is sprawled unconscious on top of her. David Bowie’s “Heroes” is playing. We really could be. Just for one day.

  ·  greta-garble

* * *

  1. Cars and houses are quite expensive and not everyone can buy it. But, home loans are invented to support different people in such situations.

    business loans    Dec 22, 06:54 AM    #
  Textile Help


Blogarama - The Blog Directory Listed on BlogShares