Christy The Writer

It snowed for the past three days here. By the third day I needed a few groceries and the store isn’t too far from here, so I thought, “Hey, I”ll walk.” I put on my snow boots and ran jubilantly out into the street, into this world of unspoiled white wonder – and immediately fell [...]

It’s snowing here. I want a snow day tomorrow so bad that I’m literally sitting by the window getting pissed at people who are driving by at a normal speed, which is, uh… everybody. “No! STOP THAT! It’s SLICK! Slick, I tell you! For the love of God, SLOW DOWN before you plow right into [...]

I’m spending the day finally getting my home office organized. The first thing I did was gather up all my rejection slips and put them into a file folder labeled “Correspondence from the short-sighted.” Go me!

I bought a pink cashmere twinset this weekend. I’m still not sure why. Twinsets are like eggrolls to me. I think they look good when other people have them. I think I want one. Then I get one and get duck sauce all over it, decide I don’t like it and end up giving it to someone else.

I was chatting this afternoon with a man I have known casually for a few months. He was leaning against the wall, smiling down at me, all warmth and humor and dimply smiles. Just before he walked away, he pressed his card into my palm and said, “Let me know if you ever want to chat or anything.” Assuming [...]

The husband comes back from his business trip tonight. I guess it’s just as well. When he’s gone I find myself having full-blown conversations with the cat. Plus when he’s home I actually cook dinner instead of just serving, you know, gin.

I just saw someone using this, like … PHONE thing, except it was hanging on the WALL outside this restaurant. And I was like… whoa, dude. Who you talking to? 1993?

The husband has split for awhile, so that means a couple of key things: 1. I can watch a marathon of Nora Ephron movies without any disparaging remarks in the background 2. I can finally keep the apartment at a comfortable 86 degrees, instead of his preferred thermostat setting, which is “meat locker.”

The horn went out on my car. I didn’t even know horns COULD go out, but of course mine found a way. It’s not completely out, actually, it just makes this anemic little *whut* sound. Now when I push the panic button on my key fob to find my car in the parking lot, I just [...]