Monthly Archives: June 2003

theDIESEL: what’s the story jb? JLBurruss: nothing i was just thinking about you actually. theDIESEL: yum JLBurruss1: as i was looking through douglas coupland’s web site theDIESEL: hehe JLBurruss:I cut a little drawing out of an Italian design magazine yesterday … Continue reading →

God commands you to use the Internet! You can pray for yourself, which is what I truly need. I’ve decided to resort to old-fashioned imploring the diety tactics of job hunting. K-Marty just got back from two months walking the … Continue reading →

So here’s the deal [and my typing and/or grammar may be sub-par because it's 11:53 pm and I've been out tonight boozing it up]: Verna B and Breau Elliot and I met at Tiki Ti tonight. Breau is sporting a … Continue reading →

The temp in our department is discussing with his writing partner the development of a character for his script. I think he may have just said “For him, the dollar menu at McDonald’s represents Freedom.”

After our post-work extravaganza at Tantra last Friday, we ended up at Fred 62 at 3am having “dinner.” In one of those rare moments of complete out-of-character behavior, Verna B (short for Vernabroccolli – not her real name) ordered a … Continue reading →

Last time my friend B. came down from San Francisco, while in the car heading to the Hillhurst Avenue branch of Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, B. decided, being a much celebrated celebrity spotter (and a celebrity herself, if I … Continue reading →

An excerpt from the first draft of a short story I’m working on: The linoleum floor is worn in small circles at the beginning of the aisles between the triple load washing machines where people tend to take sudden turns … Continue reading →

Oh, the joys of watching Melrose Place on Style at 8am. My current hairstyle looks like it wouldn’t be out of place in early 90s soap television. Unfortunately for me, in the early 90s, character’s hairstyles look like they were … Continue reading →

Crow’s Nerve Fails Crow, feeling his brain slip, Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder. Who murdered all these? These living dead, that root in his nerves and his blood Till he is visibly black? How can he … Continue reading →

The phone rings too many times in succession to be anything other than bad. Suddenly I’m racing to the apartment, the phone is off the hook and I can’t remember walking from the office to the parking garage. Do I … Continue reading →