I love one-liners. There is nothing better than a great one-liner–a really well-timed awesome one-liner. They are the best. In high school and college, my away messages were constantly filled with one liners. My profile consisted of one liner montages after any significant event; prom, new year’s eve (aka my birthday–I TOLD you I plug… Continue reading One-liners make me very happy
I’m putting something out there. I don’t want to call it a warning, per say, but I’d advise that it be followed nonetheless. Do not. Call me. A skinny bitch. Unless, of course, you want me to start acting like one. Lately, I’ve been getting called a skinny bitch. Lately, I’m not allowed to talk… Continue reading I’m sorry some aspect of my genetic code has caused you to hate me.
(Boo is posting today because I’m swamped at work and he’s just that sweet! Plus, he’s got some anger issues regarding certain craft products that he needs to start working out….) Alright, it’s time to pull this car over and talk about something a little more serious. We have a growing epidemic in the world… Continue reading All that glitters pretty much sucks
It’s Monday. And you are all a little sad that the Olympics are over, even if it’s only because now you no longer have a way to feed your illegal crush on Shawn Johnson without looking like a creeper. So, for one last Olympic fix….
I said “HAVE” not “HAD,” calm down, Chris. And yes, I will FOREVER reference that post when I use the word “dream” in my posts. You’re welcome for the traffic. Which is mostly all from people who read your blog anyway. Dear lord, have I digressed! Where was I? Oh, that’s right. I have a… Continue reading I have a dream…
Since I’m fairly sure no one stopped by this section while it had its very own page dedicated to it, I’ve decided to just post it and make it a regular thing. That being said, I like lists. Granted I am happier with paper lists than I am with electronic lists, but nonetheless I love… Continue reading I like lists
After work yesterday I felt the shopping drive kick in. I had 20% off coupons burning a hole in my pocket. But it was to no avail. Sadly, Old Navy is just, well, not what it was when I was 13. Or maybe the issue is just that I’m not 13 and I work in… Continue reading Gristedes chicken*