i woke up this morning singing everyone else has had more sex than me. even my subconcious is getting a bit depressed about our lack of action. this is a bit ironic because today’s album…
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the itchy nipples of fire should have been clue enough
ever since i moved in september my monthly clock has been all fucked up. and though i didn’t really miss the PMS, i kinda hated the random let’s get our period at the most inconvienent…
the twelve days of christmas start now.
well i m home — pajamaed, unbraed and westerberged. of course the guy whose spleen i was about to rip out called me as i was putting on my coat. “i just got your e-mail,”…
trying to get back on the wagon
after taking such a long hiatus from writing, it’s hard to get back on the wagon. sometimes i get so busy living life that i don’t have time to document it. but i have stories…
no fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it’s dark (a post about practicing)
i awoke this morning at 7:15, a full fifteen minutes before the alarm was set to go off and like a full half hour before i actually planned on getting out of bed. unlike most…
high slut potential
earlier this week The Complete Calvin and Hobbes was FINALLY released. i’ve had this on my amazon to-buy list for months. i love Calvin and Hobbes with a passion that could border on creepy if…
well i know you think you’re the star, but an uptight copywriter is all that you are
so yeah, back at work. yay! (if you can’t smell the sarcasm coming off that last one, then well, you should get your nose checked). one good thing? my commute has been cut in half….
am i too intimidating to have sex with?
last week i was chatting with the Uncouth Heathen (UH) about who knows what, when he asked me about my superman tattoo (i am sure he can dig up the link to the photo, i…
the one thing that i look forward to and isn’t making me a totally crabby bitch
bored and petulant is not a good way to spend the afternoon. clearly, i am only happy when the roof is on fire. because when i only have one or two tasks to complete at…
when the going gets tough, the tough listen to paul westerberg songs and cry like a baby
pity the neighbors. i’m sitting on the couch listening to Roland II and belting out St. Paul Westerberg’s “Born for Me” as if my life depended on it. i can’t resist singing the part that…