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Are you ready to do this again? I swear these just get weirder and weirder. I’m not even including all the things people want Paula Deen to lick. See how good I am to you people?
“i’m going to kill you in the face“ I had an incredibly rough morning where a man I’d never previously [...]
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Sometimes I wonder how well people really know me. For example, my sister in law sent me this email earlier this week:
A friend passed this on to me…
Thought I would pass it on to all my fitness peeps.
I’m thinking of Volunteering… not running in it. Although I was tempted.
Anyone else tempted by the insanity?
http://toughmudder.com/
Oh where to [...]
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Have I mentioned lately that I never EVER pass up free tickets? Just in case you haven’t heard, I’ll state the fact again; I’m a complete and total [ticket] whore.
As with all whore-related professions, it’s incredibly important to advertise your availability and proclivities. A gal needs to announce her whoredom as frequently as possible via every [...]
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Today I’m hosting my sad little Hoboken Thanksgiving for the handful of orphans I was able to round up. Rocco has yet again banished me from the kitchen. Sure I managed to ruin three cutting boards and break the lemon press, but we’re up three blisters and two new scars. By my math we’re ahead!
Good thing [...]
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I tell ya, I have been making out like a bandit. The musical theater gods are smiling on me and I like it. Apparently the stories about my never saying “no” are making the rounds on the Great White Way. (That sounds far dirtier than I intended…so of course I’m leaving it!)
There are a few rules [...]
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In high school, people used to approach me for drugs all the time. I have no idea what that was all about. I suppose the tie-dyed tights and combat boots might have had a little something to do with it, but the purple hair and tattoos were still a few years away. Not only did I [...]
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Happy Father’s Day, world. I just called my D.O.D. (dear ‘ol dad) but had a hell of a time hearing him as he was out in the middle of the lake on a kayak. Clearly Virginians are not afflicted by the cold, rainy, dark weather we’re having yet again here in the ‘boken.
I told D.O.D. that [...]
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