Archive For The “2010 it’s raining men!” Category
I’ve already got my two favorite things for this season: a decorated Christmas tree and the much coveted Candy Cane Joe-Joe’s. I’m not so sure I’ve expressed just how much I love Giftmas time. I was a woman on a mission today, and that mission (getting up my Giftmas tree) was successful. Since I actually [...]
“Gridlock is good for the country, no matter who’s president. It keeps spending down, and spending levels over the past two years have been worrisome to a lot of business in the US. So many firms have been worried about how far the federal government has gone in battling the recession that it’ll be a [...]
With the Norm Olsen bullshit, I figured that now is a good a time as any to make this little announcement. Libertarian Anarchist Boyfriend and I changed our voter registrations about a month/month and a half ago, but this is the first opportunity I’ve had to post about it. Okay, so I’m lying. This is [...]
Yep, I said it. I hate the holiday, even despite the pretty awesome and radical roots of it. I spent the entire day sobbing, looking up adoption stories, and eating boxed macaroni and cheese. Because, you know, you probably would, too, if you had an (almost) eleven year old out there and if no one [...]
And to Shirley McClaine‘s psychic friend lovin’ ass And to MechaStreisand And to Jean-Paul Gaultier And to Mumia Abu-Jamal And to Cedric the Entertainer‘s overrated ass And to Eric Balfour‘s not gettin’ enough work ass And to Kelly Clarkson‘s Girl Power-lite ass But most importantly, it’s a happy birthday to me!
Every time the man gets me down, I go outside onto my quiet little balcony and remember that I live where it’s peaceful, quiet, and I can occasionally see wildlife. While city living can be convenient, I don’t miss Geno’s, the constant noise, the vermin, or getting taxed out the ass for everything. Now I [...]
I guess I’m in a bit of a funk right now. Blame it on me being out of the city, but you know, shit is just wearing me down. Maybe it’s my softer side coming out, or maybe it’s just that I’ve hit my breaking point. As I mentioned in a Facebook status earlier today, [...]
I’d like to point out that there is nothing scarier than seeing your brand new, 21 ounce jar of garlic stuffed olives replaced with a half-eaten jar of olives after a night of dirty martinis. Luckily, I was informed that after a few drinks, we just started throwing back olives like they were going out [...]
