lawnboy the stalker
As you may remember, I have a lawn boy. He’s this really nice guy who recently immigrated from Mexico and he comes every two weeks or so to mow the
not so melodramatic after all
My horoscope says that I should trust my intuition. That it’s like a muscle, and the more I exercise it, the stronger it will be. I suspect that Punk has
rambling snowthoughts
I have three blogfriends! So exciting. So Punk came and got his stuff yesterday. I told him I didn’t want to be in the house when he came and he
five minute catch-up
Herro! Jeez, I’ve missed it here. I have lots of important things to discuss, but today I will keep it light. Numero Uno: I finally finished the tattoo: The photo
where i’ve been: part one
As I mentioned in an earlier post that probably got lost amidst all the old myspaz blogs that I copied over, I started a new blog here. This works well
drinking yourself under a bench…not just for kids anymore!
There comes a time in every dirty, mouthy hooker’s life in which she finds herself in the unavoidable situation of being drunk to the point of stupid activity but unfortunately
oldsters and their irish creme syrup
It turns out, the perky little fresh faced Starbucks girl doesn’t remember when Starbucks used to have Irish Creme syrup. Now, I recognize in the eyes of the perky little
ode to my hat.
It truly is amazing what comes out of the woodwork when you post a pic of yourself with the word “Porn” in it. So far this morning, I have been
attention team!
Yes, yes, it’s me back from the dead. Again. Two very important things happened today. One, I got my nails and toes did…and two, I acquired this: Porn Star. Need
imitation foghorns
I have strange neighbors. I’m sure we all have strange neighbors, now that I think on it, however I think at times, mine are truly extraordinary. The ones on the
