Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

MOVING BACK TO NYC AND FUCKING THINGS UP AGAIN

MOVING BACK TO NYC AND FUCKING THINGS UP AGAIN

I’m sitting in the Second Stop Cafe in Williamsburg, Brooklyn writing on a napkin. A big, brown paper towel/napkin. I’m checking my shoulder ’cause my boyfriend may walk in and mess up this writing. Why would he mess it up? ‘Cause I’m trying to write this blog again. As you see, I stopped writing this [...]

ART SCHOOL AND PERIODS IN PROVENCE

ART SCHOOL AND PERIODS IN PROVENCE

It’s been a long time since I’ve written. I’ve drafted many posts, but haven’t had the time to post them. My focus has been on applying to graduate school. I just made the decision to not apply to any creative writing MFA programs. I feel as though my head wants to go, but my heart [...]

GO FUCK YOURSELF, DIET COKE!

GO FUCK YOURSELF, DIET COKE!

I have a feeling that you may read this and think, “I quit soda in high-school. What’s this girl’s problem?” or, “I didn’t think Jamie would be the kind of girl to drink diet soda.” Well, I am, or I was. My friends know I drink soda; I order it at every meal. It’s like [...]

SINK OR MEDITATE

SINK OR MEDITATE

I’m in a mood that makes one want to pull up to the bar, order the darkest red wine and smoke a couple cigs. (I have to keep telling myself that you care about this post because it’s slightly personal.) This week has been tough. Very, very tough. Lots of crying and lots of speculation. [...]

MAYBE IF I WROTE A FOOD BLOG, YOU’D READ IT.

MAYBE IF I WROTE A FOOD BLOG, YOU’D READ IT.

“Maybe if I wrote about the ‘Top 10 Reasons You Should Get an iPhone’, I’d get more hits on my blog,” I said to my boyfriend tonight. There are times I wonder about this blog: Why the fuck would anyone want to read it? Who cares? It should be more topical. I thought about how [...]

THINKING ABOUT THE FUTURE AND TAKING A CHANCE

THINKING ABOUT THE FUTURE AND TAKING A CHANCE

Four months ago my boyfriend’s sister said to me, with the force, accuracy and aim of a marksman, “You’re stuck in the past. That’s your problem.” We didn’t know each other that well and I was a bit taken aback. Given that she had just recently met me, a tiny voice in me muttered, “No, [...]

MY BIRTHDAY WISH: SHEET CAKE + T&A

MY BIRTHDAY WISH: SHEET CAKE + T&A

What do you get when you combine 3 sheet cakes with tits and ass? My birthday wish. Okay, you may think this is superficial, and you may be right, but I don’t feel like showing my present naked ass, still affected from my “I-got-a-divorce-so-I-must-eat” phase. I’ve been hitting the gym hard (wish I was hitting [...]

RAISE YOUR STANDARDS

RAISE YOUR STANDARDS

The first real fight I had with my boyfriend was over the word “proud.” I needed a job — ideally a creative position that didn’t involve working for a complete douchebag. After a month of job-searching, I became desperate and applied to a “Hairstylist Salon Receptionist” position on craigslist. I romanticized the job. I thought [...]

GETTING BACK ON THE HORSE (or CAMEL)

GETTING BACK ON THE HORSE (or CAMEL)

I used to ride horses when I was little. My love for riding began one summer at the Cajun-Bluegrass Festival in Rhode Island. Somehow, my accountant Dad got into Buckwheat Zydeco, Queen Ida and various Bluegrass artists. We went to the Cajun Festival every summer, and I even started taking accordion lessons. Contrary to our [...]

HERE WE GO

HERE WE GO

I was on my way to the gym just now. Driving furiously while munching on cheddar cheese rice cakes ’cause they are supposed to be healthy. I slurped on a diet soda and thought, “I am so working out. I am not going to not work out. I am going to the gym.” I pulled into [...]

THE “I JUST GOT FIRED FROM A JOB I HATE” PLAN

THE “I JUST GOT FIRED FROM A JOB I HATE” PLAN

I didn’t just get fired. I actually started a new job three months ago and I love it. I love it more than any job I’ve ever had. It’s a part-time writing gig, but it’s really a lot more and I admire everyone I work with. Without sounding cheesy, I feel lucky to work there. [...]

HOW ‘BOUT MAKIN’ BABIES?

HOW ‘BOUT MAKIN’ BABIES?

“Can I go wash your car?” my boyfriend IM’d me from the living room. I was in the next room with the door closed working on an article due Monday. “Who is this?” I jokingly asked. “Where are your keys?” “Thanks honey,” I wrote, “But you don’t have to do that. I can do that [...]