Writing for money is an impoverished exercise in masochism. And, for some reason, I don’t think my Asian grandma vampire tragicomedy screenplay is taking me anywhere fast.
Coined from the duet of my oldest sister and our cousin when they were in their twenties trying to navigate the dating game (they’re both married now). Last Thursday, I went to a birthday celebration for an old friend from high school (the first time I met him, he and his friend were hiding in […]
How broke bitches spend Friday nights: ploughing through our nephews’ Halloween stash while applying for jobs. (haiku courtesy of Kobayashi Issa)