March 24th, 2011

corset & bougainvillea


I would seriously like a job as a proofer, and considering that I just saw these two egregious typos within 30 seconds of each other, the first in an email from Nicole Miller and the second on a dead link at Dreamwidth, people really need my services with the quickness.


corset & bougainvillea

Writer's Block: It must be love

Do you remember your first crush? Did you ever tell that person about your feelings?

His name was Jumao. I was in sixth grade; he was in fifth. My best friend told him I liked him on the day of our graduation to middle school, and he and other boys skipped through the halls looking for me, singing "Laaaauuuren likes me." A week or so later, I left Berkeley to spend the summer with my grandmother in Chicago, and by the fall, my mother had moved me to Miami Beach. I never saw him again.
corset & bougainvillea

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As soon as I'm done having panic attacks about tomorrow night's performances at Hubba Hubba Revue, I need to get back to work looking at potential publishers for my book. Sadly, with book award deadlines looming close, this cannot wait until after I move out of my apartment, so those two sets of panic attacks will just have to learn to get along.