I don’t believe in luck… That is to say, I don’t believe in good luck. I mean, bad shit happens all the time, but so does the good stuff. If you spend your time and energy throwing yourself into superstitions — avoiding walking under ladders and crossing the street to avoid a black cat — you’re […]
Archives for November 2010
Friday night I went out for my birthday with Ms. Winston and a few of her friends in Athens. I don’t really KNOW Athens all too well, but I knew I wanted to be in Athens for my birthday. Why? God, I don’t know. A change of scenery? Originally, Cincy was supposed to come down […]
Ahhh yes, people. I’m 29 today. I’m not super thrilled about this birthday only because I am actually looking forward to turning 30. Now, pick up your jaws. I’m serious. Were you witness to my twenties? No? Let my summarize:
Thanks to my super sleuth skillzzz, I have been able to track down the address of my perpetrator… and my perpetrator, I mean that doucheface reject that came chug-a-chugging through on the hater-train yesterday. It really wasn’t that hard. A little search through my stats on the website, a couple of clicks through google and I’ve […]
I used to get a lot of hate mail on Date Wrecks… I sort of miss it. So you’ll understand why I was so giddy to login tonight and see a comment! From a hater! On FREAK BACON! I tried to address the commenter directly, but the email bounced. So I’m posting it here since, […]
Seriously. SERIOUSLY? I am so totally that crazy broad in the front with the teal top on. Haha. I can’t stop laughing at this one.
I don’t know too much about my birth chart or where my planets are moving or who or what is retrograding currently. Devon is my go-to astrology person. I’ll call her all panic-riddled, “My laptop is fried, I need a new alternator in the Saab, even my hair-dryer fucking burned up this morning!” And she’ll […]
Just in case you were holding on to some preconceived notions about people from the South, I want to clear some things up: White dudes can’t dance down here either. Exhibit A:
Remember when I broadened your palate for the many euphemisms for dicks? It’s time for the Penis Penitentiary’s turn. But first, a conversation with my favorite Lady Jane Licker, Anna.