Entries from March 2009

March 26, 2009

It’s a Tough Job. No Really, It Is.

Dear besties, Somewhere deep inside of me, where my conscience and sense of right and wrong used to reside, I’m feeling a hint of reservation about writing this post. I wonder if you’ll look at me differently when I you learn how I’ve been spending my free time. All those nights I said I couldn’t [...]

March 25, 2009

IHOP, UHOP

Dear best friends forever, including, but not limited to, Libby McDonald, I often try to make up excuses for why I’m late or why I haven’t done something I should have. These excuses are rarely believed due to my inability to be both creative and convincing at the same time. So I’m not even going [...]

March 18, 2009

God’s Army vs. the Gays (or the Vermont Legislative hearings on same-sex marriage)

Dear besties, Today I went to the Vermont Legislative hearings on marriage for same-sex couples. That’s the politically correct way of saying homo hitching. Anyway, for my day job, I tried live-blogging the proceedings. Below are the results. As you can see, I was not very successful at pulling anything together that was remotely meaningful, [...]

March 16, 2009

Curses On You, Beyonce

Dear besties, I’m sorry  it’s been so long since I’ve written. I had a nasty incident with graphite pencil earlier last week and have been unable to think of anything clever since. But now I’m back, more cleverer than ever! Lots has happened since I last wrote. I went to a crazy person’s house. Then [...]

March 4, 2009

Amateur Surgery and Citizen Lawyering

Dearest best friends forever, Guess what? Today when I woke up, I put my underwear on inside out. I blame this entirely on Town Meeting Day yesterday and the towns in Addison County that didn’t bother getting back to me with their results. Thanks for helping me make a fool of myself. Granted, I was [...]

March 3, 2009

Hurry Up and Wait

Hey boos. I’m reporting to you from the Free Press HQ, where I am picking at my split ends while waiting for town clerks to call me with Town Meeting Day info. How, you ask, can I type AND look for damage to my hair at the the same time? Because I’m freaking amazing, that’s [...]

March 2, 2009

The Ballad of Beadless Lauren

Dear besties, So far, Barry Obama has not gotten back to me on my personal shovel-ready projects. I guess he’s just really busy trying to, like, save us from backsliding into third world nationdom. Anyway, that has blink-all to do with the Magic Hat Mardi Gras parade that happened in Burlington on Saturday. While I [...]