I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
Mary Ellen Johnson, 2009
Recently an MCAD student sent over a questionnaire for a class assignment. It asked design professionals for advice to give to current students studying graphic design.
Having only recently graduated, I’m not in the best position of authority on this. I also know the feelings of disappointment…
The caption at the end of my True Life reads, “She’s still working on it”. I walk away from the camera, disappearing into a crowd of high school students. I am Jerri Blank.
Dear Future Husband,
My mother was right about you.
A famous, hugely influential rock musician is murdered by a fan. His wife was by his side when he was shot, as they were leaving their apartment building. It was handed to SVU because there was semen at the crime scene. Semen everywhere. Benson and Amaro are on the case. They interrogate his…
It’s always Paul Bettany. Emmy’s all around!