Confession: I like watching commercials. I always have. I don’t necessarily love the commercials (see yesterdays diatribe about Walmart and doorbells and add to it Columbia and their firetruck sirens), but they fascinate me. I…
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Day 90 of 200: Supermarket Sweep Confessions
As I’ve mentioned a time or twelve, I watch a lot of “Supermarket Sweep.” For the most part I watch two episodes a night three times a week. In fact, as I type two frat…
Day 85 of 200: My Heart Broke for Aunt Jackie
Last night I watched the reboot of the Roseanne-reboot, “The Conners.” It was a 30-minute after-school special about the dangers of opioid abuse. In this case, the abuse resulted in the death of Roseanne Conner….
Day 79 of 200: Now it All Makes Sense
I woke up this morning to more Twitter dudes with 30 followers calling me ugly. One asked me why I looked like a obese cancer patient. Because I want to, fucker. This afternoon a friend…
Day 77 of 200: Reasons I Cried Today
For the record, I define “cry” as tears falling from your eyes. It could be one or two that slip out or an eye-glass-splashing tsunami of tears. 1.) Because I was singing along with the…
Day 56 of 200: A Sign the Universe Cares (about me specifically)
I’ve been a fan of Conan O’Brien’s talk show since college. Tall, red-headed, literate, funny — he’s like the dream. I’ve watched his show pretty consistently for the better part of 20 years. Though my…
Day 42 of 200: A Few Things I am Looking Forward To
1. Bowlaway by Elizabeth McCracken I have an ARC of this on my kindle, but I’m kind of afraid to read it. I know it’s going to be great. I have yet to be disappointed…
Day 3 of 200: Another First (I Think)
I’m sitting on the couch, my belly full of pizza. My mouth still burns from the jalapeños. I’m watching “A Different World” again. I skipped the first season on this go round because it felt…
Day 2 of 200: A Deep, Dark Confession
Here’s a deep, dark confession. Yep, a new confession 17 years into this blog. First, you should know I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. There’s no reason to feel guilty for things that bring you…
The Perils of Living By Yourself for 20 Years
Technically, it’s not quite 20 years since I lived with other humans. I’m pretty sure I got my own apartment sans roommates in October of 1999. Plus there were those awful six months where Sister…