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So last Thursday, I had had my fill of feeling sorry for myself and decided to head to my favorite karaoke spot for a little down time. Recently, I’ve been trying to get more comfortable with doing things alone. So far I’ve gone out by myself a number of times and I’m gearing up to
Today’s TGIF commentary was a Facebook re-post from Upworthy, regarding being snobby when you first meet someone: if you don’t feel like clicking, I’ll tell you. The question is: “So what do you do?” I’m sure the lady that wrote it, whoever posted it in my news feed on Facebook (I can’t remember now) was trying
I had a date on Monday night. Well, a real date I mean, with a guy. Not a bed. Or a minion. I considered canceling earlier in the day, for a few different reasons – I had more customization on my blog to do, games to play, house to clean, you know. Important stuff like
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 lawn and weedeat my godawful rock wall in the front of the house. I usually pay him once a month, making arrangements for him to
As I sashayed my dirty mouthy hooker ass into the bar, I could feel that it was going to be a good night. It was summer, my favorite time of year. I was wearing my favorite skimpy tank top that showed off my tattoo to perfection, my skin was a perfect golden brown, and the
