We went to a newish place down the street that people raved about – the fried chicken! the handheld pies! I have always been suspicious about this place or any place that smirkingly serves serves pretentious poverty food.
The Renaissance Festival is walking into the equivalent of a strip club for kids and LARPers. If you ain’t throwing down the bills you ain’t having fun.
The ACLU has just uncovered evidence of our federal officials physically, sexually, and verbally abusing immigrant children at the U.S. border. This is unconscionably cruel – and we need to stop it.
I felt the pervasive loneliness of my youth, desperation for love and barring that, pretty much any kind of companionship.
I feel like tattoo artists should have some kind of moral obligation to require people with really bad tattoo ideas to sleep on it.
I promise it won’t be a 24-Hour Pity Party, just the usual stuff on my mind, most of which is stupid but makes me happy to put into words.
We got back from our cruise to Cuba the other day and I’m emotionally prepared to blog about it. Travel blogs are time consuming beasts but I can’t neglect them because there are always so many great memories to preserve. This year my dad and MaryAnn took us on a cruise to Cuba. Right?! I […]
Or watch my dog get crushed before my very eyes.
Thank you Nina for the amazing trip. And I’m sorry about the pictures I took of you passed out in the cab.
I met up with My Parasitic Twin for some coffee and scream this morning. Her dog, Gza (pronounced Jizz-uh, it’s a Wu Tang Clan thing) had a tumor on her … er … teat and just had it removed. So this morning was pretty much all about how much it sucks to be middle aged […]