I ordered a “Canadian” hot chocolate, which has a dash of vanilla in it. As I walked across the rainy, red brick courtyard back to my office, I swear my beverage smelled like coffee. Doesn’t taste like it though. Aspiring actors and writers are advised to journal. (Yeah, that’s a verb.) I like journaling, butContinue reading “My senses have abandoned their defenses”
Author Archives: Kari Neumeyer
No really, I walked into a wall I joked last weekend that the bride would probably fire me if I showed up at her wedding with a black eye. A few days earlier, I snarled at Rob that he couldn’t demonstrate a beat-down technique on me because my arms bruise easily. In 2003, toward theContinue reading
Ketchup I’m sorry I haven’t written. It only took me a day to get over my fear of writing personal e-mails at my new job, but blogging feels riskier. Specially since I now work for the government. ‘Course, I was working for the government when I started this blog, but that was different. I wasContinue reading
What a way to make a living As I was walking out the door at 5 sharp the other day, my boss asked how I was liking the area. I realized that if I didn’t have a boyfriend to go home to every night (and his martial arts classes to go to), that I’d beContinue reading
Today’s fortune Many opportunities are open to you. Seek them out.
Maybe I was bad last year On the subject of the office Secret Santa exchange, some coworkers told me they opted out because they’d been burned in the past. I threw my card in the mix because 1) I have a lot of business cards to use up before Dec. 30 and 2) I stillContinue reading
Auteur Theory I think the problem with Kong is that no one wanted to tell Peter Jackson that he didn’t need to use every single frame of footage. Sure it’s all great footage, but I actually found myself thinking, maybe an hour and a half in, that the story would work better as a televisionContinue reading
Lame duck I gave notice today. As of Jan. 3, I will be living and working in the same city as my boyfriend! And cohabitating with him. I’m less nervous about how he and I will get on, than how he will adjust to my four-and-a-half-foot-long iguana. His scorpion recently died, but Emerald takes upContinue reading
I’ll be yours in winter Some people take pictures. I paint images with words. A month or so ago, we had autumn. I remember getting off the freeway at exit 107 admiring the red and yellow leaves. One day, a red tree reflected so brilliantly in the glass doors of my office building that IContinue reading
I’ll never ask for anything else as long as I live A girl should always keep a leather jacket in her car, just in case she’s invited on a motorcycle ride. True, I no longer acquire articles made of animal skin. However, the jacket in the trunk, underneath the picnic table that came standard withContinue reading
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