There are crazy things involved with being a girl. Crazy crazy things. Sometimes I shake my head and just don’t even understand them myself, and hey, I AM one, so I can’t imagine how boys deal with that (aside from just blindly accepting things like those foamy toe separators and forty thousand dollar hair goop […]
Honestly, I love summer. Summer Slacker Girl is back and here to stay, at least for a few months. I am, at this very moment, wearing Birkenstocks and my toenails are painted Rock and Roll Red. That pretty much symbolizes my entire worldview right there. Feet as metaphor. Hmmm. I need another pedicure. I feel […]
If you don’t want to sit through the political activist portion of today’s entry, skip to the first horizontal line, where we return to normal Weetabix hijinx. The U.S. Senate is voting on the Federal Marriage Amendment in 3 weeks. Call or write your Senator and tell them how you feel about this act. I’m […]
Yesterday, I stayed home from work with a baby migraine, which wasn’t so bad, as it seemed to dissipate once I laid on the steady stream of Canadian imported Tylenol 3 (love that Mare! Love her!). I spent most of the day wandering around the house wearing a baggy red t-shirt, a pair of white […]
I will write at least fourteen books which will have spectacular author photos on the back covers, at least one of which will be me, in which I will be laughing while looking downward, as though to say ‘Oh goodness, that is very droll.’ When I go golfing and studiously apply SPF 400 to my […]
I should have guilt for not having done a real entry in something like forty-two days. I should, but I don’t. Lessee, what happened’ Remember the whole ‘Will I lose my job?’ thing followed by the ‘No, we’ve saved your job, but everyone else should pay no attention to the man behind the curtain […]
I should have guilt for not having done a real entry in something like forty-two days. I should, but I don’t. Lessee, what happened’ Remember the whole ‘Will I lose my job?’ thing followed by the ‘No, we’ve saved your job, but everyone else should pay no attention to the man behind the curtain in […]
I am totally going to hell. But at least I’ll have my friends to keep me company.
I don’t know what’s going on with Diaryland’s servers. I posted this yesterday, but it wasn’t showing up on the buddy lists, it wasn’t showing up as an index page, it wasn’t showing comments that were left, and what is more, I can’t even seem to find it to edit it, as I had planned […]
On Thursday morning, I hit Vegas like a dust devil, spinning through the airport, which smells like a combination of old lady perfume, fried electronics and a Cinnabon. I step out into the blast furnace of a desert and am almost instantly blinded. The sun walks up to me, taps me on the shoulder and […]
