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L is for the Long Answer
“How are you doing, Annie?” A simple question – it could be passed off as small talk if it hadn’t been so intentional, so perceptive. And immediately, a few of the tears that had been hanging in the corners of my eyes for weeks just… let go. She knew – she had sensed it. And…
Proving that nothing is ever wasted – even on 3ABN
I don’t watch much television – and unless it’s “Lost” or “The Office” or my daily dose of “Good Morning America,” I am content to leave the TV off. I don’t have cable – just bunny ears – and from what I hear, I will be forced to buy some sort of converter box come…
Like an orange on a toothpick
What do I do when I come home to an empty apartment at 1am? 19 lbs. from Annie Parsons on Vimeo.
Who I’m hanging out with this weekend
Vicious? from Annie Parsons on Vimeo. And this is AFTER we’ve become “friends.” I won’t lie: this is a little bit frightening. But I’m a PARSONS, damn it. I’m from a long line of dog wranglers, and I’m going to make good Christians out of these German Shepherds if it’s the last thing I do….
D is for Dancing
Many cool things happened this weekend. In what is becoming a regular occurrence for me, I met up with a blog stranger who turned out to be awesome in real life as well as on the interwebs. I went to the Bluebird, which never disappoints. I got my car washed for the first time in…
"If You Asked Me To" – and I win – I might bring you along
I admit it: I can be a bit of a cheap skate… although actually, I prefer to think of myself simply as one who finds “creative solutions that involve no money.” This past week, I found myself at a restaurant ordering – no joke – “a water with no ice, and maybe could you just…
C is for the Cooking Frenchman, and Cheese
On Friday afternoon, I returned home from work to find an enormous box on my front step. I ripped into it, and found a birthday present sent from none other than my favorite Greta in the whole world. It started with a birthday card that played “Mmm Bop” when I opened it (she knows me…
The aftermath
My head is in a vice. I am so tired that coffee doesn’t even taste good. I stare blankly at the contents of my big red bag – wallet, calendar, book, chapstick, mail, sunglasses, gum – wondering what I should do. “You should balance your checkbook.” “I can’t.” “You should look at your to-do list.”…
A smattering of recent dreams
I am leaving a green house where marijuana is being grown. It is dark outside. I am by the ocean. All of a sudden, from out of nowhere, I am attacked by a bison. At first, I think it is a buffalo. But as I yell, “I am being attacked by a buffalo!” some unknown…