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Alison

It's not you, it's me.

About Me

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My Interests

Punctuation, spelling, grammar, shoes, cable television, moving pictures, the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle, sitting inappropriately, etiquette, buffet-style dining, hair extensions, girl groups, bathroom graffiti, good liars, heavy eye makeup, canapes, office supplies, form, function, style, substance, true confessions, luck, secret societies, covert operations, superstition, signs, symbols, cashmere, low-rent carnivals, hanging out on the corner, scandal, controversy, romance, beer, money, room service, dancing girls, night owls, fast cars, pool sharks and shiftless men.

I'd like to meet:

Someone whose middle name is trouble.

Music:



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Heroes:

Jesse Custer.

My Blog

In which our heroine... (WWOZ playlist)

is allowed back on the radio. This is from Wed. 9/27, 2-4 p.m.Reconsider Me - Johnny AdamsEverlasting Love - Robert Knight(this was a mistake... I put disc two of a box set in instead of disc one and ...
Posted by Alison on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 06:59:00 PST

In which our heroine! (WWOZ playlist)

Returns to blogging after a long hiatus. The occasion is that I just DJd on WWOZ for the first time subbing at the last minute for the Blues Ball, when I had actually never worked the board myself bef...
Posted by Alison on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 03:57:00 PST

In which our heroine

ought to lay off the sauce for a bit. Enthusiastic participation in going-away and birthday shenanigans this past week are not good for the dregs of my nagging cold. Cough. Also, my computer's ill...
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

In which our heroine

Has an intense desire to go to the drive-in. Is there a drive-in movie theater anywhere around here? I have no idea where this sudden interest came from. I just really, really want to go and watch an ...
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

What the bomb is

My. Hair. Extensions. Are. The. BOMB. C'est tout.
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

In which our heroine

wonders exactly HOW MUCH Cingular can fuck up her phone. How much? Bring it. I want it all at once just so I can see how BAD IT CAN GET. Consider: an hour on the phone with Customer Service today j...
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

In which our heroine

has a weird dysfunctional abusive relationship with BellSouth. First they lull me into security by setting up nice payment plans for huge phone bill incurred by ex-boyfriend transatlantic phone cal...
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

In which our heroine

contemplates the many ways in which her landlords are subtly trying to get her mugged, raped, assaulted, kidnapped by bandits and otherwise generally molested. Consider a) lobby light and streetli...
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

In which our heroine

Has what has become, of late, daily freakout over severe case of overcommittedness. April readings. April Pontani show. March Austin trip. March New York trip. Next week Memphis trip. Burlesque act to...
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

What the bomb is not

Drunk eBay. Drunk eBay is not the bomb. The "Buy It Now" PayPal function is also not the bomb. On the up side, three pairs of new-with-tags fancy jeans for less than what one pair would cost in...
Posted by Alison on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST