throwback thursdays (vol. 2): on pedometers
Now that there are all these fancy watches and wristbands and iPhone apps that track everything from
poo rising
I am perfectly ashamed of myself. As mentioned on my birthday post, I had the most horrific
damage control
OK. I have got to keep a positive attitude. I read in USAToday that people don’t get
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
oldsters and their irish creme syrup
It turns out, the perky little fresh faced Starbucks girl doesn’t remember when Starbucks used to have
ode to my hat.
It truly is amazing what comes out of the woodwork when you post a pic of yourself
attention team!
Yes, yes, it’s me back from the dead. Again. Two very important things happened today. One, I
imitation foghorns
I have strange neighbors. I’m sure we all have strange neighbors, now that I think on it,
mr. tailgater guy: i hate you!
Dear Mr. Tailgater Guy: First of all, let me preface this by saying how well I understand
another 354 story
In case you missed the original 354 story, you may want to get the context. Be warned,
