Colleague Weighs In

me:  jordan, i'm just letting you know that i'm going to drop out of school, because my hit Girls-esque HBO show is going to blow the fuck up

 Sent at 11:05 AM on Tuesday

 Jordan:  Lol.

Awesome

What's the premise

 me:  well, the girls are pretty/not fat, and went to ivy league schools

but not that pretty

and really worried about being "too smart," but aren't really smart

but the main thing is, they try to get jobs

and they HATE Girls

ok this isn't really that thought-through

 Sent at 11:12 AM on Tuesday

 me:  ok they are very conscious of the Girls-memes and try to avoid them, such that everything is really meta, which makes them exhausted

 Sent at 11:13 AM on Tuesday

 Jordan:  Lol

This sounds insufferable

 Sent at 11:16 AM on Tuesday

 me:  lol...thanks!

Alejandro's Guide

 me:  that's it, i'm moving to LA and pitching a Girls-esque show about rich white girls who actually try to get jobs

 Alejandro:  And I wish you success in that!

 me:  lol

you are so supportive!!

Beneficent Leah

Beneficent Allah:  I want to blog again katie!!!!

 Sent at 9:48 PM on Monday

 me:  !!!!!

what's stopping you!

 Sent at 9:50 PM on Monday

 Beneficent Allah:  I need YOU to blog

and send it to ME

Mini Sotte

Was vortexing hard in this strangely snowless clime until, today, I met a young doe-eyed lyonnaise, my aunt and uncle's ward, who kept asking me about "Las Vegas?" and ate seven (tiny) desserts. Her version of my dad's joke goes like this: "Why French omelettes are so small? Because un œuf is un œuf, it is not funny because I say it with accent!", but of course there is a French word for humor, it is l'humour. She was seventeen; I sucked her life force.

Real Talk

"We're just so much more intimate on Gchat than in person ... I mean, we're just so intimate on Gchat. No but not like in a sex way. I mean not usually LOL. It's just, it's almost like, we're closest when we're far apart."

Diet Tip

Lysander looked at him, saw the fineness of his clothing he was wearing, smelled his perfumes, noticed the fineness of the necklaces and bangles and the rest of the jewelry he had on, and said, "What do you mean, Cyrus? Did you really do some of this planting with your own hands?"

"Does that surprise you, Lysander?" Cyrus replied. "I swear to you by Mithras that, my health permitting, I never ate without having first worked up a sweat by undertaking some activity relevant either to the art of war or to agriculture, or by stretching myself in some way or other."

Lysander's own report is that when he heard this, he applauded Cyrus and said, "You deserve your good fortune, Cyrus: you have it because you are a good man."

Kafkalepsis

This perversion of the truth, though familiar to the hunger artist, always unnerved him anew and was too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature termination of his fast was presented here as its cause! To fight against this idiocy, this world of idiocy, was impossible.