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Men Are Pigs

by liz. Sunday, July 1st, 2001
Men are pigs. What can you do? I’m giving up!

Dear Pepsi

by liz. Friday, June 1st, 2001
Dear Pepsi-Cola Company, It has come to my attention, through

Julie

by liz. Wednesday, February 14th, 2001
She is a lantern floating on a placid lake, spun

Lesson 1

by liz. Sunday, January 21st, 2001
A two year-old girl and her mother are playing around

There

by liz. Saturday, December 2nd, 2000
Close your eyes. Go to sleep. Dream of how I

Lowell, You Stink

by liz. Sunday, November 5th, 2000
Every weekday morning when I wake up, I feel like

Dear People

by liz. Tuesday, September 26th, 2000
Dear People who read the insane babble I write, Once

The Facts on Modern Day Urination

by liz. Monday, September 18th, 2000
This incredibly neurotic urge to constantly go to the bathroom

Observations on Variations of Human Communication

by liz. Saturday, July 22nd, 2000
The following is a rendition completely and utterly based upon

The Babble of Boobs

by liz. Saturday, July 22nd, 2000
You want to hear the greatest and weirdest word? Okay,

Satanic Teacher-Lady Gets Hers

by liz. Saturday, June 10th, 2000
"What are you writing?" the teacher inquired from across the