Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I’m pissed off.  L’Oreal discontinued my frickin’ hair gel, and yes I know there are big things going on in the world which warrant my attention.  Blah.  Blah.  Let me tell you, Stephanie without good hair product is not a…

“You know who I think is a slut?”
“Who?”  My cab driver, I am certain, is Martin Landau’s beatnik twin.
“Paris Hilton.”
“Yeah, that’s news.  Can you turn on 1010 Wins?”
“I just had two ladies in my cab who…

I don’t know how old I was, but if I’d found the psychology book my father had been reading at the time, I’m sure I could tell you.  I was young enough that I was accustomed to baths with someone…

My refrigerator is nearly empty, aside from the Sarabeth jams, the Land O Lakes sweet butter, and the baking soda.  2 eggs.  Blackberry sodas, and I don’t even drink soda unless I’m at the movies or a Jewish Deli where…

Today I atoned for my sins in a theatre.  The E-walk theatre… which sounds like the Ewok Theatre, watching a movie that was more war than stars.  40 year Old Virgin.  I kept hoping it would become funny.  It didn’t…

I’m listening to Billie Holiday’s I’ll Be Seeing You as I watch strangers huddle beneath storefront awnings, taking shelter from the bouncing rain.  I’m in a café, warm, drinking my coffee with two hands, writing bits in my journal, wondering…

<span class=”dcap”>I</span>t’s becoming dark out too early.  I’ve stopped ordering my lattes iced.  In November “Fourbucks” will have gingerbread lattes again.  I don’t know of anything better.  Yesterday I wore boots instead of sandals and devoured an apple crumble with…

Lately I’ve been obsessed with Psychology, though I suppose "obsessed" isn’t the proper word.  Interested.  I’m nearly tempted to begin reading my old college text books, if only I had the time and space for them, here in my small…