Would You Like Some Cheese With That Whine?

| August 8, 2007

Breaking news! I found my future husband! And the kicker? He lives with his mother! Think of all the tall basketball-player babies we’ll have! Kiss my ass, Shaq! You and your tiny wife have nothing on me and Leonid. (We’ll have to change his name, of course.) That’s THE most exciting thing I could think […]

At Least I’m Not Complaining About The Damn Heat

| July 10, 2007

Um, hi Internet. I have been a bad blogger lately. And I apologize. And I’m also a liar. Because I will mention the heat. Because it melted half my face off. Which is why I couldn’t blog since last Thursday night. Actually, the heat was part of the reason I haven’t blogged. I was off […]

Is This Space Always This White? And Empty?

| June 12, 2007

Let the whining commence. Cue the tiny violins… Because you know why? Because it’s hot. And I don’t have air conditioning in my car. And all I apparently own are dark colored pants that must be made out of wool. Or one of those weird fabrics in the cotton commercials that DON’T BREATHE! And P.S. […]

Kristabella In ’08

| June 4, 2007

Get your fucking bumper stickers ready. I am announcing my candidacy for Head Idiot of Forgetfultown. Because I? Should be admitted to some sort of ward for the earliest onset of Alzheimer’s. (And people, my Uncle had a form of it, so don’t take this as I’m making light of the disease. I. AM. NOT. […]

Two Days

| May 16, 2007

That’s all I have left of Slackerdom. And after (counts on hands) (has to get up to look at calendar) four weeks (to the day) of sitting on my ass, well, let’s just say I’ve gotten really used to it. I’ve literally turned into a sloth. Or, more apropos, a cat. I spend all day […]