Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Colleague Weighs In

me:  jordan, i'm just letting you know that i'm going to drop out of school, because my hit Girls-esque HBO show is going to blow the fuck up
 Sent at 11:05 AM on Tuesday
 Jordan:  Lol.
What's the premise
 me:  well, the girls are pretty/not fat, and went to ivy league schools
but not that pretty
and really worried about being "too smart," but aren't really smart
but the main thing is, they try to get jobs
and they HATE Girls
ok this isn't really that thought-through
 Sent at 11:12 AM on Tuesday
 me:  ok they are very conscious of the Girls-memes and try to avoid them, such that everything is really meta, which makes them exhausted
 Sent at 11:13 AM on Tuesday
 Jordan:  Lol
This sounds insufferable
 Sent at 11:16 AM on Tuesday
 me:  lol...thanks!

Alejandro's Guide

 me:  that's it, i'm moving to LA and pitching a Girls-esque show about rich white girls who actually try to get jobs
 Alejandro:  And I wish you success in that!
 me:  lol
you are so supportive!!

Beneficent Leah

Beneficent Allah:  I want to blog again katie!!!!
 Sent at 9:48 PM on Monday
 me:  !!!!!
what's stopping you!
 Sent at 9:50 PM on Monday
 Beneficent Allah:  I need YOU to blog
and send it to ME

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Mini Sotte

Was vortexing hard in this strangely snowless clime until, today, I met a young doe-eyed lyonnaise, my aunt and uncle's ward, who kept asking me about "Las Vegas?" and ate seven (tiny) desserts. Her version of my dad's joke goes like this: "Why French omelettes are so small? Because un œuf is un œuf, it is not funny because I say it with accent!", but of course there is a French word for humor, it is l'humour. She was seventeen; I sucked her life force.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Real Talk

"We're just so much more intimate on Gchat than in person ... I mean, we're just so intimate on Gchat. No but not like in a sex way. I mean not usually LOL. It's just, it's almost like, we're closest when we're far apart."

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Diet Tip

Lysander looked at him, saw the fineness of his clothing he was wearing, smelled his perfumes, noticed the fineness of the necklaces and bangles and the rest of the jewelry he had on, and said, "What do you mean, Cyrus? Did you really do some of this planting with your own hands?"

"Does that surprise you, Lysander?" Cyrus replied. "I swear to you by Mithras that, my health permitting, I never ate without having first worked up a sweat by undertaking some activity relevant either to the art of war or to agriculture, or by stretching myself in some way or other."

Lysander's own report is that when he heard this, he applauded Cyrus and said, "You deserve your good fortune, Cyrus: you have it because you are a good man."


This perversion of the truth, though familiar to the hunger artist, always unnerved him anew and was too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature termination of his fast was presented here as its cause! To fight against this idiocy, this world of idiocy, was impossible.