Hell Triathlon: or, Why I Want To Know the Random Things That Inexplicably Infuriate You

So for some reason, I absolutely LOVE to know people’s random irritants.  I can’t get enough.  I love knowing the stuff people don’t like.  I’m not talking about reasonable, universal dislikes (spiders, Paris Hilton, interpretive dance) or ideological dislikes (Bill O’Reilly, Michael Moore, whoever is currently president or was president most recently, and whatever they [...]

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Holy Crap, I’m a Godparent.

It has finally happened. The thing I have been anticipating for years, but was pretty sure wouldn’t happen until one or the other of my siblings got married and had children, which, no offense to them, was not exactly like IMMEDIATELY UPON US, so I thought I had a minimum of like five more years [...]

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I Hate Anton Chekhov.

I used to hate Chekhov. You’re not supposed to say that if you’re a theatre major. But I totally did. I kept it on the down-low, along with other things I hated that I was supposed to like (Death of a Salesman, anything by Tennessee Williams, and King Lear) or liked that I was supposed [...]

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Snake Dreams

I have a recurring series of dreams that snakes are thinking of new ways to kill me. In my last apartment, a studio, my bed was up against a wall that was basically all window. I moved in the summer, so it was really hot, and I kept the window open to get some air. [...]

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