Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I just came back from the bathroom to flowers at my desk.  I love my life.  I’m now singing the Flowers Are Red song by Harry Chapin. They are so beautiful; I can’t deal!!!  I love to be courted by…

My former stationery is a three-fold card with a periwinkle bow wrapped around it.  It looks like a birth announcement of sorts.  I wanted something different, the way most of us do when it comes to stationery.  The opening of…

I’ve never blacked out.  I’m not that big of a drinker, but something happens to my memory when I drink.  Or, at least I think it’s to do with alcohol; I can’t say for certain.  It might happen any time…

So ahead of my Times.
In my head:  drunk emailing and digital chastity belts are next. …

Sometimes I got gifts I didn’t really appreciate.  Not talent gifts like memory or the ability to touch my tongue to my nose; I’m talking presents.  My mother gave me a Klutz Juggling kit.  It came with a book of…

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I needed to get out.  I needed, apparently, to drink.  I was expecting Sauvignon Blanc until I realized that was New Zealand.  That sucks.  I was all about…

I am happiest when my apartment isn’t just clean; it’s resplendent.  Drinking glasses are turned over in a uniform band behind closed cabinet doors.  The dishwasher is empty.  The pillows on my bed are plump and dent-free.  My sheets are…

I can’t sleep.  As in, haven’t slept in a few nights really, and I’m not the kind of person with things like insomnia.  I’m pre something or other.  I have to be, though I’m not quite sure because I’m not…