annie proulx, will you be my valentine?

i'm reading the shipping news and cannot put it down. i cannot eat, i cannot sleep, i cannot work, i cannot post on my blog because i'm reading the shipping news and it consumes everything in my life. i'm thinking in terse, hard-boiled and woolly sentences. i'm thinking in g-ddamned headlines. i want to go to newfoundland. i did google searches for "eerie newfoundland stories" and a lot of bizarro porn sites promising britney spears and nipple biting came up. hmm.

also, i joined curves. it's fun i guess. you have to participate in lame discussions for "curve points." things like who my first crush was or what kind of shoes i will i purchase if i meet my february goals (answer: none - broke). you know. very important stuff. so anyway i can win things like insulated curves lunch bags or calorie counters for participating. it's all totally worth it. however, the old women there like to glare at me for some reason. probably because i'm a newcomer. i'll show them!

the intern we have here insists on calling all the males in the office by their last names with a "mr." in front. she doesn't do it with any of the women, which made me realize AGAIN that we do not have any women in management positions here. i'm on the "very short list" for a reproter position at a medium daily in alaska, north of anchorage. maybe it's similar to newfoundland.