Nancy Drew Anonymity vs. Non-Anonymity I say non-anonymity because I think it would be cocky of me to say "fame". I'm far from famous. As glorious as fame seems to me from time to time,

Nancy Drew A Piece of Writing I have a bad habit I'm trying to start, she thought to herself. She wrote in her journal with her right hand while her left hand ungracefully held the cigarette. From time to time she took a swig of the hot brown liquid in the paper to go cup beside her.

Nancy Drew A Girl's Love For Coffee and Other Musings My passion (love that word) for coffee runs deep. So deep in fact, that I asked - no demanded - my mother send me her shelved Espresso maker. So, wrapped it up tight she did, fearful of the "slaughtering" that the Canadian postal service inflicts on each coveted parcel.

Nancy Drew Incommunicado (for MJF)

He hasn't called.
He hasn't written.
We haven't run into each other in the street.

Nancy Drew Excuse Me, But Did You Drop Your Thong? If you take a stroll down to Yonge and Dundas Street in Toronto right now, you'll find a white lacy thong lying on the sidewalk. I can't help but wonder why it's there or rather how it made its way from being snug around some young lady's heinie to sitting in a heap on the curb.

Nancy Drew A Girl's Will To Live (The Bitch Is Back) Some of us wither and die in some urine-soaked alleyway when we get beaten down by the fallen tree branches of life, but some of us like Sinead O'Connor for example, do not. We rise and come forth like a phoenix angel.

Nancy Drew "Gunshots & Cumshots" Subversive, Perversive and Screwing the Enemy. Those were my two runner-ups for titles. I think they're pretty good, but I've settled on Gunshots and Cumshots. It was recently revealed to me that something someone says to you can only be interpreted as offensive if you believe it. Somebody I have gotten to know recently has hurt my feelings. I suppose it hurt more than usual because I have a crush on this person, have grown to care about his person.

Nancy Drew A Girl's Will To Live (The Bitch Is Back) Some of us wither and die in some urine-soaked alleyway when we get beaten down by the fallen tree branches of life, but some of us like Sinead O'Connor for example, do not. We rise and come forth like a phoenix angel.

Nancy Drew Mean Girls and The Retirement of Nancy Drew I watched Mean Girls on DVD last weekend. It was mediocre at best. I think I could have been a Mean Girl. In fact, I think I was one on more than one occasion.

Nancy Drew Sweet Gesus... Yes, my new jeans are awesome, but that is not what I am referring to. News from friends I almost always welcome. Sometimes it's bittersweet and sometimes, it's just downright repugnant.

Nancy Drew FALLEN LEAVES When the leaves begin to fall, Arlene knows her favourite time of year has arrived. The wind twists and changes form, the air is crisp and cool. With each week that passes, the colours of the leaves change, some from yellow to orange and others from red to purple.

Nancy Drew Autumn Rocks. It's the second day of October and I am excited. Excited for Fall. The sun is shining, the air is cool, and I have two new vests to sport. Change is in the air. Don't you smell it? I do. For me, fall is like spring. It's a time to shed the old and stale (whether that be a job, a partner, a loaf of bread) and focus on creating something entirely new from scratch. It's like a sixth sense for me. I know there is this whole realm of possibility and my subconscious is scoping it all out. It's brainstorming what could be.

Nancy Drew The Celebrity Limits I have a newly acquired fixation on Colin Farrell. I have heard the buzz about him on and off over the years, but always somehow managed to keep it all at arms' length.

Nancy Drew Penelope, You Suck Dear Penelope (not so smart) Smart; I'd like to thank you for your letter of rejection regarding my manuscript, Confessions of a Good Girl; however, it was so poorly written than I simply cannot. Thank you, that is.

Nancy Drew Lost
 
My mind is a chatterbox -
So many voices,
which one is mine?

Nancy Drew Me at Fifteen I wonder if she’s here today. Walking around shopping for shit like shoes or bed linens. I saw her here at the mall once before. I must have been eight or ten years old at the time. It was strange seeing her. She saw me. I saw her too, but we couldn’t stop to talk to one another. We weren’t allowed. We knew if we had, he would have gotten angry. Made a scene or some shit like that.

Nancy Drew Boys to Babies If ever an all-new male pop group (with emotional problems as a common thread between them) needed to be formed, they should come to me. I know several individuals that would make outstanding members of Boys to Babies.

Nancy Drew Darkest Hour

Whe my darkest hour draws near,

It is you that my tormented soul settles upon.

You represent all that is to be considered sickness and disease, and

Nancy Drew Mirror, Mirror

When I look at you
What do you see

Nancy Drew The Apartment Upstairs Meet Walter: An unyielding and lanky fellow living beneath elephantine and dog-faced Franny. Walter likes things quiet. His home is his oasis. It is where he revels in escaping the outside world. Walter is easily distraught when his ideals are tested and pushed beyond their limits. The one person quite capable of pressing Walter’s buttons is Franny.

Guest Bytch For The Record by Nancy Drew

I started to make a list of friends and ex-lovers that from time to time or extremely often do not call or email me back. I decided they know who they are so I forfeited my list. There are about 10 people.