Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I am redesigning the crap out of this site my friends.  This week, you will meet a new Greek Tragedy.  I haven’t figured out what it will look like just yet, except for drastically different.  Those google ads are going…

I was taking Social Psychology, Body & Language: Studies in Literature, Macro Economic Theory, and The Novel & Psychoanalysis for the semester.  That’s when it happened.  “It” was when things began to overlap, when one course was suddenly touching on…

I fall asleep to a bedtime mix of music.  It makes me think of camp, all those nights, I fell asleep in my damp cabin, doubling two pairs of socks and sweats to keep warm beneath a down sleeping bag. …

My Darling My Hamburger. It’s the name of some book they made the special ed kids read in Dangerous Minds before Michelle Pfeiffer came in, kicking ass and taking names.  Sometimes, it’s a line I end up saying aloud.  I’m…

Yeah, so the fcuk what.  I’m an Avril Lavigne song.  There.  I said it. I can’t not be what I am, either.
If you trying to turn me, into someone else
It’s easy to see, I’m not down with that…

Valpak makes me shrug.  It’s a flick of the wrist into the recycle bin of my apartment lobby.  RCN, Verizon, and Bank One promotions are unnerving, mostly because they contain some personal information which requires me to tote them upstairs…

The elliptical machine is the least painful pursuit of sweat at the gym; it’s the exercise I can sustain for the longest period of time, so for me, it’s the most efficient cardio I can do.  Sex is pretty much…

I’m quitting an inherited friend.  I received her back when I was a plump pre-pubescent priss.  No one wanted to befriend her because she was an irritating jap, but I took pity on her, certain there was more to this…