I don’t know what happens then because I’m going to Paris in a month (did I mention that? Well I am and I’m meeting Tabby in England and Nina in Paris) and I’m going to be there for (drumroll leading up to extremely ironic moment) AN AIRBNB CONVENTION!
City Council says OK.
It is my solumn vow that I will not proofreed or spellcheck this shit. I’m back at short term rental nonsense. I said I wouldn’t talk about it anymore and I don’t want to talk about it any fucking more so if you want to know why I’m so fcking pissed off, you can read […]
I get creepily post-coital after a stretching session which feels even weirder when I hand him some money but what am I supposed to do?
I slapped a name tag onto my boob and (under my name I wrote what I liked best about the school, The Parties!) and then I had a lot to drink BECAUSE I PAID $15 TO GET IN AND I WANTED MY MONEY’S WORTH!
I tried to drunk post the other day. TWICE! I swear I pressed all the right buttons on my phone (once from the bathroom) but alas, it didn’t happen. Given the nature of drunk posts, I thought they were pretty good but (surprise!) I can’t remember what I wrote. Sorry Cao. Onto a more sobering […]
The Poulet Rouge entertainment complex is a hit! As much as my husband likes to complain about my hare brained ideas, he doesn’t at all mind talking to all the beautiful women who stroll by with their kids and dogs and gush about how much they love our chickens. I started off with this little […]
Just because I’m married doesn’t mean I can’t go to an amateur porn film festival with your hot instructor.
Last night I dreamt I was driving a mattress up a steep and busy road. I could feel the battery wearing down and worried that I might have to get off and push. Dreams are funny.
If I lived within an HOA, absolutely none of my improvements would have been approved. Not the paint, not the coop, not the library, not the art, not the murals, not the animals, nothing.