A Dash of the Crazy
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Wednesday, June 18th, 2008Did you guys know I start a lot of sentences with and? I didn’t realize it until I started writing for Betty Confidential and got my edited pieces back with all the Ands taken out. I’m like a fucking indecisive kid in a candy store. “I want gum drops. And I want pixie sticks. And I [...]
I Do Look Good In Red
Tuesday, June 10th, 2008Yesterday my good blogging pal Jodifur wrote a post about how her three year old little boy, Michael, came home and informed her that communists were bad. And she’s wracking her brain wondering where on Earth he heard it because how does that come up in conversation? With a three year old?
So I was emailing [...]
I’ve Haven’t Complained About The Heat In Awhile
Thursday, June 5th, 2008Guess what? Summer is officially here. Not the summer solstice kind of official, but the unofficial THE HUMIDITY IS SLOWLY KILLING ME AND MAKING ME STABBY arrival of summer.
I have a few things to say about this.
I am excited. I get to wear flip flops. Which is the one thing that will make me happy always.
On Tuesday, [...]
SF: It Isn’t All Fog And Taxi Cab Accidents
Monday, June 2nd, 2008So thankfully my trip wasn’t all about bumping my head in a taxi cab accident. That small piece of my time was just something to talk about incessantly when I wasn’t talking about my BLAWG or Bacon. Because, holy shit people, I can talk about NOTHING ELSE.
My flight out to San Francisco (never to be called San [...]
Only In My Dreams
Tuesday, May 27th, 2008I now have that Debbie Gibson song in my head. (“As real as it may see-eem, it was only in my dreams.”)
So this past weekend I had some interesting dreams. And since I had book club tonight, which means there is usually always alcohol involved (at least for me. Frozen sangria, ZOMG!), I have to write [...]