I am having an unkind body day today. I stood in front of my closet, pondering what to wear for no less than half an hour (ok, it was really fifteen minutes, but still, could there be a more unproductive way to spend precious minutes of my life? I think not). I tried on five […]
Vote for Public Domain! So my weekend was lovely, aside from being wracked with abdominal pain for most of the time. Lovely minus that. If say, I had been born a boy. Except then, I wouldn’t have thought it was lovely, since I didn’t score any box or bust my nut or however the hell […]
I know that just about everyone loves Elton John’s ‘Tiny Dancer’. The Ben Harper version is spectacular, in fact. But the song has always kind of creeped me out. ‘Now she’s in me’ always with me’ Tiny Dancer in my hand’. Is it just me? I kind of get an Ed Gein vibe out […]
This weekend was pretty low key. Esteban worked most of the day on Saturday, and I did very little. Actually, I think I sat around reading magazines with a heating pad on my knee, drinking juice to ward off the impending bout of bronchitis that is lurking just out of the reach of my deepest […]
I think sometimes that I seem smarter than I am. My head, sometimes she is a very spacious place. A designer might look at the real estate in my cranium and suggest filling it with armoires and four poster beds, going on Louis the Fourteenth on its ass. It takes a big space for tapestries, […]
Want to make Doug pee his pants? I do. Go vote for his band Public Domain here. Oh and take a listen to the music too… you’ll quickly understand why he’s in the running for this honor. Also, I added pictures to last night’s entry, including the crazy Ford Focus. Which is SO not going […]
The weekend, ah what a lovely weekend. Esteban had his Dorkathalon on Friday night. This was a surprise to me. Somewhere, somehow, I think they switched weeks, as it seemed to me that the Dorkatalon coincided with my pay day and last Friday was distinctly not my pay day. I complained that this totally messed […]
This morning, as I was driving to work, I decided to listen to the tragically horrible Green Bay radio instead of my normal foursome of mix CDs. And the morning radio crew of the Top 40 station (see, I told you it was tragic. The best selection is a radio station featuring the turds shat […]
Folks have been known to comment that I don’t seem as heavy as I am because I tend to move around like a lighter person, very possibly defying the laws of physics and anatomy. I don’t know how that all works, but I do know that I hate it when a fat girl lumbers around, […]
