Archive for March, 2005
Lonely In Your WHERE?
At left: John? Still cute. Simon? No one thinks you’re twenty-four anymore. Andy? Just…go away. When we last left our grumpy Durannies, they were entering the mouth of the abyss known as the Allstate Arena. It must be said that when I showed the original entry to Rita, she said I was being far too [...]
Read More..>>Hungry Like the WHAT?
At left: My one-time would-be husband, Nigel John Taylor. My friend Rita and I attended the Duran Duran concert at the Allstate Arena on Friday, March 18th. I was suffering from a severe head cold that was exacerbated by drinking too much Guinness at the company bowling party the night before. Reet was suffering from [...]
Read More..>>Harass Me, Baby
How much do I love the people I work with? THIS MUCH. We had sexual/general harassment training on Thursday last week and, within 24 hours, we’d all offended each other approximately seven hundred times. We got out of the two-and-a-half hour meeting and I promptly called Roddy, who’s from Mexico, "Taco," told Glenn to bite [...]
Read More..>>Revenge of the Red Hair :: Hate the Red
I was the only redhead on the entire train car last night. I know because I looked. I looked because I had time because there was apparently only one Brown Line train running between the hours of five and eight and every last resident of Chicago was on that damn train and it took forever [...]
Read More..>>Revenge of the Red Hair :: Love the Red
You know, I love my hair. I do. I love it. The most wonderful thing about having red hair is that it’s unusual and it very often gets you noticed, even if you’re not trying. Unfortunately, the most awful thing about having red hair is that it’s unusual and it very often gets you noticed, [...]
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