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About Me
- Litsa Dremousis:
- My work appears in The Believer, BlackBook, Esquire, HuffPo, Jezebel, McSweeney's, Monkeybicycle, MSN, New York Magazine, Nerve, The Nervous Breakdown, Nylon, The Onion's A.V. Club, Paper, Paste, Poets & Writers, the Seattle Weekly, Slate, Aol's Spinner, on NPR, KUOW, and in sundry additional venues. Among others, I've interviewed Sherman Alexie, The Black Keys, Dan Boeckner, Augusten Burroughs, Billy Corgan, Betty Davis (the legendary, reclusive soul singer), Dead Can Dance, Death Cab for Cutie, Estelle, Ron Jeremy, Demetri Martin, Colin Meloy, Alanis Morissette, Tim Blake Nelson, the Posies, John Roderick, Lynn Shelton, Jesse Sykes, Wanda Sykes, John Vanderslice, Rufus Wainwright and Ann Wilson. My essay, "The Great Cookie Offering", appears in Seal Press' anthology, "Single State of the Union", I have a piece in Smith Magazine's HarperCollins anthology, "It All Changed in an Instant: More Six-Word Memoirs" and I'm a winner of BlackBook's Hemingway Short Story Contest. I'm completing my first novel. YOU CAN CONTACT ME AT ldremousis at yahoo dot com and, if you want, follow me on Twitter @LitsaDremousis.
Sunday, February 22, 2004
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
And now, [expletive] stuff I'm not at all grateful for and loathe in the very core of my being:
1) These goddamned fucking chills.
2) This cocksucking fever.
3) Whatever the hell is making my lymph nodes feel like rocks.
4) This ass-sucking, motherfucking nausea.
5) Apparently having pissed off gravity.
6) Running out of profanity, not symptoms.
2) This cocksucking fever.
3) Whatever the hell is making my lymph nodes feel like rocks.
4) This ass-sucking, motherfucking nausea.
5) Apparently having pissed off gravity.
6) Running out of profanity, not symptoms.
Monday, February 16, 2004
Or anyone else's kids, either:
Re John Kerry and the buzz that he might--or might not--have nailed someone else while married to Teresa (DRUDGE REPORT 2004?), could we all just agree that as long as the candidates aren't fucking their own kids, *it just doesn't matter?*
Friday, February 13, 2004
"Said it once before/But it bears repeating now"--The White Stripes
Today is my birthday: five and a half hours in, and so far, 37 is quite fun. One of my friends (affectionately) teased me about my recent entry re gratefulness, but on your birthday, you can't help but get a bit contemplative.
So, fuck it: I've got some wonderful people in my life and I love what I do. I really am grateful.
Let the mockery resume.
So, fuck it: I've got some wonderful people in my life and I love what I do. I really am grateful.
Let the mockery resume.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
At what point does CPR become kissing the dead?
Sometimes no amount of effort will bring a friendship back to life.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
A momentary lapse of glibness:
Some days are so good, so unexpectedly delightful, that all you can do is give thanks.
To all of the extraordinarily intelligent and kind people in my life--living and dead--and to Whomever got the ball rolling: Thank you, thank you, thank you.
To all of the extraordinarily intelligent and kind people in my life--living and dead--and to Whomever got the ball rolling: Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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