What are you dreaming of?

What are you dreaming of?I want to live where the sunlight lightsFeather-light on my faceI want to leave all this neon and viceBefore the fire inside me dies or finally fades to gray–The Floating Men, “Fade to Gray,” from the album “Tall Shadows” It’s a big day here at Chez Liz — moving day!! In …

the famed Rags O’Muffin letter

Speaking of being flypaper for freaks … this is a letter I wrote on behalf of Rags, my basset hound, many years ago. It was in response to an e-mail I received from Erwin, a dog belonging to a guy named Allen. (It bears mentioning that Rags and I were living with Scott at the …

I am flypaper for freaks.

Witness this e-mail I got today: Please, I loved your picture. But I have a problem. I can not believe that anyone with such a beautiful smile and pleasant look could be so dumb. If Sex is all you want and need, Why did you not say so? PS- Teachers should not be paid. I …

it’s probably time to say something

School started, and I haven’t really come up for air since. For as long as I’ve been functioning in the adult world, I’ve been something of a Super Liz. Nobody knows how (including me!), but while in college, I managed to take an average of 17 credits a semester, work 25-30 hours a week, run …

I’ve learned, just, *tons* lately

Perhaps the most important lesson I’ve learned in, say, the last 24 hours? Having a steady supply of friends who love theater (especially Shakespeare) is my new project. I shouldn’t have to cast about so desperately for company to see “Taming of the Shrew.” I don’t feel like I’m asking for a lot. Shakespeare is …

sometimes, I get a little fussy.

Like today. Oh, sure. On the whole, it was a great day — one need only look at my swirl of facebook status updates to see that I had a great time driving home … the road trip was its usual mix of amusement and relaxation. Ah, well. On balance, it’s still a marked improvement. …

que me gustan mas…

(Aside: I really don’t know why I’ve been in a “que me gustan” mood lately. I vastly prefer French, but the Spanish version of “what makes me happy” is so way cooler than the French. Y’know?) So. Since I said I was too exhausted to write, I took a bath and finished the novel I’ve …

I’m exhausted

I’d love to elaborate, I really would, but I’m so friggin’ exhausted I can’t even form the thoughts necessary to write the words. I’m not talking physical exhaustion here. I slept well last night. I’m just tired. So tired. Two days out of town is just the unguent I need. Seriously.