If I were to sink my teeth into your eye. Would you be able to stop me before going blind?

There's only one way to find out.

I finished "Fear and Loathing." Don't worry Mom, I'll never try hallucinogens. It was pretty damn good, although reading the book physically and mentally exhausted me.

Currently drinking whiskey and flat ginger... what a life I lead.

Saturday night, A and I saw the Island. Greg understudied one of the 2 leads. It was pretty good. BUT let me tell you the audience was the best part. Overwhelmingly interesting. To many ex's.

I head to Florida on Friday. Woo hoo.

I'm pulling out my dresses tonight. Low 60's... I can do that.

Peace and love,

E.

cigs on the back porch

this is P.

okay, so, yes. it's bad for you health. duh. but once in a while, a cigarette on the back porch is just what a girl needs. at least today. that cigarette as helped to burn my earlier rage to ashes. i'm sure it'll resurface, but at least now i can nap in peace.

january is over. february winds bring snow (why?! oh god why?!)...but also an expectant hope. for what comes next.

E is working on a rap & children's book which will most definitely be dope. A is doing what she does best: keeping things interesting. And P, is....well....figuring things out.

Also, thank goodness for this space heater at my feet. Nice and toasty.

3333 out.

Renege Jill W. Zager

Jill...IF that's your real name,

Why were you working at Chi Shakes? Why didn't you let a girl know? Why does your bio say you live in California instead of Wisconsin? Why don't we talk anymore??? Who are you?!

I'm over it.

-A

p.s. I just wanted to post on the blog "It ain't my fault you don't know where the fuck you live...Bitch!"

Letters from Eli.

Dearest 2010,

You are already better then 2009, and way better then 2008. Please stay just as swell.

Dear February,

I wish Valentines day didn't exist. What can you do about that? That shit is wack.

Dear Forcasted 10-12 inches of snow,

Blow me, asshole. You can just stay where you are. No need to ruin my week.

Dear 2 Year Olds,

Calm down.

Dear Baby Mac,

Sorry I dropped you this morning... please don't hate me.

Love,

E.

(I'd rather be here...)