Apparently the people who produce the dictionary are all on acid. Prepare for my English Major rant forthwith (disclaimer: I can't spell "February" without spellchecker help AND I often say "Liberry" instead of library, knowing full well it pisses people off). Sexting, Flexitarian, and Aha Moment ARE NOT WORDS. Who sets the goddamn standards of the… Continue reading Well. I have nothing for this.
Author: Jess
Amateur historian, mythology enthusiast, writer, reader, sarcastic weirdo, cancer survivor. Author of Defying Shadows: For Witches and Pagans Battling Cancer and Chronic Illness.
I met The Bloggess! And nearly made a mess in CVS. These are not related.
On my 35th birthday (which was Friday) I met Jenny Lawson. (I also received a beautiful necklace and various forms of most excellent sappiness from my husband, but those are mine and I'm not sharing). I stood in line for the book signing after hearing her read a chapter of her book, Let's Pretend This… Continue reading I met The Bloggess! And nearly made a mess in CVS. These are not related.
Pays nothing…may Traumatize Christmas Baby Dragons.
Today I spent quite a bit of time screwing off (in a non-sexual, work-appropriate way). As has been my usual MO for the past week or two...because projects have been delayed by forces not in my control (I SWEAR I didn't wave that wand toward work!!). Therefore, I spend much of my afternoon fucking around… Continue reading Pays nothing…may Traumatize Christmas Baby Dragons.
Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
So my birthday is coming up soon, hence the title. This is not a plea for birthday shenanigans, presents, or anything else. It's just a silly post (well, most of them are). Normally, I get all anxious and depressed around my birthday and obsess about all the things I haven't done yet. For example: I foolishly… Continue reading Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
WTF Weekend
Friday afternoon I stopped at The Company Which Must Not Be Named (ps: I'm not allowed to talk about them per my disgustingly paltry severance agreement when I got laid off last fall). The office is on my way home, and I still have fabulous friends working there...I stopped after 4:30 on a Friday to… Continue reading WTF Weekend
It’s true: I do not gargle donkey balls.
I'll explain that in a minute, promise. I had a mental-out yesterday and a whiny bitch-fest, and instead of telling me to suck it up I got some fantabulous comments: thank you. You guys are more awesome than unicorns and glitter.(I had a neat pic here and realized it's not MINE to share on a… Continue reading It’s true: I do not gargle donkey balls.
Thus I Learn Blogging Lessons From the Interwebz
I can tell my writing the past few posts has been shitty. To those who actually read the entire posts in question, I apologize for that. Sometimes I have silly, irrational hopes that someday more than 25 people will actually look at my blog in a day. I know that should that ever happen I'll… Continue reading Thus I Learn Blogging Lessons From the Interwebz
Hamburgers: A Gateway Vice
I had fabulous lunch with Z the other day (one of the three excellent friends I got out of the divorce (layoff) with The Company Which Shall Not Be Named). Ok, lunch (the food) was mostly just ok, but the company was fabulous, and the conversation was inappropriate (as usual). After all, this is the man who… Continue reading Hamburgers: A Gateway Vice
UPDATED AGAIN (WTF?): Um, That’s MRS. Titts, Actually.
Once again it's nearly time for the MN Renaissance Festival to begin. I've worked at Fest now for twelve years. I've been a t-shirt-and-mug-pusher, a beer wench, a balloon blower, a calligrapher, a gate guard, and even an entire BAND for the bellydancers (that's right, I OWNED running that ipod, bitches).And still after all that… Continue reading UPDATED AGAIN (WTF?): Um, That’s MRS. Titts, Actually.
Why Kristen Stewart isn’t the devil
I made some fantastically stupid mistakes in my teens and twenties. I managed to stay out of jail and brothels, but I still had plenty of asshole moments. For instance: I skipped 90% of my lecture hall classes for the first two years of college. I tried to have a one night stand with a guy… Continue reading Why Kristen Stewart isn’t the devil
No Pithy Phrase 