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Bird Shat and Break Ups

So I’m standing at the bus stop, minding my own business, when my partner in crime alerts me to the fact that I have yogurt stain on my shirt. Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a big deal but A) it’s one of my favorite shirts (teal silk, second hand but still…) B) I’m headed into New…

After I Quit My Day Job Goes to 30 Rock

Last night, I had a horrible dream.  I was trying to figure out what to wear and my room was a mess and there were clothes all over the place and I couldn’t find anything.  I kept trying to locate the black lace gown I’d intended to wear to Date #7’s brother’s wedding but not…

It Would Seem as Though I’ve Been Stood Up

Judging by the contents of my table at the coffee shop, I’ve been stood up.  This is because there are two iced drinks at my table: an iced chai with soy milk (my all-time favorite this time of year)* and an iced latte (also with soy milk, although not nearly as good as the chai).…

A Quaker Serial Dater?

Starting tomorrow, I will have approximately one hundred children under my care for the duration of the school year.  Although “After I Quit My Day Job” would suggest that I’m able to sustain myself solely though my writing, this is not exactly the case.  I have student loans, and I have to pay my own…

New Month? New Men!

You know you’ve gone a bit too public with your love life when a family friend pulls a hamburger off the grill on Labor Day and asks, “So Kat, what’s up with Date #4?” I have since decided that it’s time to commence Round Two.  I’m not exactly sure what this will entail (What is…