As you may have noted from my whining here, it's been fairly stressful at work. So I am taking this opportunity to give myself a little comic relief - I present here, in the grand tradition of VH1's Best Week Ever, and AfterEllen's Best Lesbian Week Ever:Rachel's Best. Stressful. Week. Ever. Totally inane, completely useless,… Continue reading Best. Stressful. Week. Ever.
I just want to point out that I am now officially a category. Sweet.
So if you take a quick trip over to Philadelphia Magazine, you can find an article by one Mr. Michael Callahan, in which he carefully lays out his position against the continuation of the Philadelphia Gay Pride Festival and Parade. He basically calls for an end to the festival, indicating that he finds the whole… Continue reading mistress mary, quite contrary
All work and no play really does make Rachel a dull girl.Boo.I promise some less boring, not-work-related blog content coming your way. Maybe even tonight.
Yay - I'm hardwired into the internet at home. Finally - some sort of reliable access that doesn't involve bogarting my neighbors' connections. Which is not entirely kosher in the first place. Anyway, here it is.My Saturday night: Best Sangria Ever + interesting and amusing people + a midnight walk on the beach * (awkward… Continue reading wireless is for wusses.
I miss my blog. I miss pretending that lots and lots of people read it. I miss writing things that I think are witty and laughing to myself about them all day long.What I don't miss: work. You know why? Because I have been here every freaking day, dealing with spreadsheets and salaries and Excel… Continue reading having a blogless life sucks.
So I finished work at 5 p.m. PDT, and there was nothing left to do at the hotel but drink. Since I wasn't huge on the idea of getting on a plane all sloshed up, I decided to come over to the airport early. Five hours early. I thought I could manage to people-watch for… Continue reading recap: killing time at LAX