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.
Tag: What the HELL
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.
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
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
UPDATED: Warning: This Post Contains Coworker GIBBERISH
Writing doesn't pay any of my bills: I write because if I didn't I'd wither away into bitterdom. Yes, I just invented a word. I'm that awesome. Or mental. Probably mental.In my I'm-paid-to-sit-at-this-computer hours, I'm a business analyst in the medical insurance industry. Sounds boring as hell, doesn't it? Sometimes it is (generally those are days… Continue reading UPDATED: Warning: This Post Contains Coworker GIBBERISH
Hot Pink "Toys" are like Toyota Camrys: Yay Rainbows!
A sample of what I consider the "best of" from my inbox in the past two weeks, all from the same group of troublemakers *ahem* fabulously inappropriate friends. These three people are the best possible present I got as a karmic reward for not losing my shit while we all worked in the same company, and luckily they kept talking… Continue reading Hot Pink "Toys" are like Toyota Camrys: Yay Rainbows!
Encounters of the Weird Kind…
Random weird shit from Girls' Weekend 2012: I may have been mistaken for a prostitute, but I'm not sure.Dinner at Dick's Last Resort in the Mall of America, where the servers are snarky and rude...and yet pretty damn hilarious. "I ate soup" was sent by one of the men in response to a "you should sext… Continue reading Encounters of the Weird Kind…
Apple loves me. And so do random old men at the mall.
I often have odd encounters with random strangers: they like to tell me everything about their lives. I've counseled cabbies in Denver through their breakups and given sex advice to people on planes. I don't know why they tell me all their secrets, but it happens. A lot. I've never gotten a letter of devotion… Continue reading Apple loves me. And so do random old men at the mall.
Filing this under "what the hell??"
Yesterday I saw this about the Norway Mass Killer trial, and all I can say is what the hell? I don't understand the pervasive idea that someone who commits a truly disgusting, horrific, and awful crime is mentally ill. I think that is a disservice to the mentally ill and a dangerous underestimation of the criminal in question.… Continue reading Filing this under "what the hell??"
SMOTE by my own ill-timing!
Dammit!! Unicorn Fart Lip Balm is sold out, and I'd been waiting until my first payday at the new job to buy mine!! I've already asked the shop owner if I can pre-order a whole batch (since they're so ridiculously popular she sells out as soon as they get posted), because seriously...everyone should have a tube… Continue reading SMOTE by my own ill-timing!
No Pithy Phrase 