Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

A few nights ago I suggested to The Suitor that we play a board game.  After searching under the bed and various closets for Monopoly to no avail, we agreed to collaborate on a writing excercise for the blog.  He…

Wait, they always say it!  It’s a courtesy.  If he’s going to come and he doesn’t warn you, he might as well have asked you to go dutch for dinner.  I mean really, you just have to warn her; once…

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 feel like getting drunk right now, but I fear it’s too early to start drinking.  It’s 4:05 in the afternoon.  This is where writers get into trouble I suspect.  I’m creating the drunken category now, where I’ll file all…

I’m at Philip Marie, sitting outside, nerding out beside Shawn (aka, Smelly’s slap boyfriend), and I’m drunk.  I just mooched dinner off them, a wedge of mac and cheese, their "side dish," a pour and a half of their bottle…

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, and drunk.  Okay, so I look like ass in orange.  It’s my hair.  I hate saying it, hate even more, typing it, but I’ll say it now, I look wretched in orange.  Even in the Love Me, Love My…