So, Valentine’s Day. That must mean it’s time for a gratuitous bit o’ fluff! The idea is to open up your music library (MP3 player, computer, wherever), and write down the songs that play with “Love” in the title. Lando did 11, I ended up with 15 before I got bored.
The Smiths […]
….so I was avoiding work, and came across this link to Ten Valentines Gifts for Women. Most of them are unsurprising – diamond earrings, candy, flowers, bath and massage oil, lingerie – but the one that made me go “wait, WTF?” was – Uggs?
I am not sure who came up with that one, but I […]
I hate it when I go this long without updating, because then I feel like my first entry “back” needs to be all long and involved and tell stories and have pictures and rainbows and unicorns and frosting with sprinkles. So then I procrastinate more, and don’t finish my half-eaten entries, and it gets more […]
It’s still a silly holiday. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of going shopping last Friday, and finding a few things that I thought someone might like. (A sweater. And some pajama pants, because, despite his insistence to the contrary, he didn’t have any. Sweatpants, yes. Pajama pants, no. There is a difference.)
I was serious when […]
This postcard was sent to PostSecret, and I guess it really struck a chord with me.
I have lived on my own, away from my family, since I was 18. I have a life: friends, pets, car, apartment, job. “Home” is where I get up in the morning, return at the end of the day, where […]
Despite some silliness with the airport security people and their idiot rules about toiletries and lighters, the holidays with the fam were not so bad. I ate entirely too much and slept entirely too little, but overall, I’d have to mark this Christmas in the “non-suck” column.
(The airlines will now let you bring liquids, but […]
In a departure from previous years around this time, I’m going to try not to bitch about Christmas.
HAHAHA. I crack myself UP, I tell you.
I am, however, going to try to bitch about NEW things about Christmas, instead of the same old “I hate airports, I hate my annoying stepfather, I hate buying presents […]
