I’m mildly obsessed with Neil Patrick Harris. The term “mildly obsessed” in that previous sentence could also be replaced with “consumed by an intense need to host a slumber party where he and I stay up all night giggling and singing show tunes after which I will chain him up in my basement where I will [...]
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Hello. My name is Magillicutty, but you can call me Maggie. Everybody calls me Maggie. Well, Gwen doesn’t call me Maggie. In fact, she calls me Magillicunty. I don’t think she likes me very much. She’s probably just jealous because I have a Facebook account and she doesn’t. Elly likes me though…like a whole lot. She likes me [...] So now that Gwen is getting married, she seems much more committed to trying to fit in with the creatures indigenous to this planet. (Unlike Krista, she pees every fourteen seconds.) She’s started returning phone calls, attending social engagement, and generally embracing humanity again. She’s even decided to join Facebook. I suggested she try Twitter, but she [...] 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 [...] Ok people, you really need to be more boring. I have this big long list of things I want to write about but you kids keep distracting me with your links, and your videos, and your Edward panties….SHEESH! (No Lydia, I really can’t write more than one a day. REALLY!) For example, I was plugging away yesterday [...] NaBloPoMo I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m the teensy weensiest bit Type A. And yet, somehow I’m also incredibly good at unemployment. What can I tell you, Interwebz? I’m an enigma. The last time I enjoyed unemployment was fresh from my “downsizing” at Columbia Records. (That is a story that you won’t get out of [...] I have a groupie. I have one bugginword.com groupie. Don’t laugh, Internet. One is a start. Sure, there are several of you dedicated readers that check my random ramblings regularly. Paul, however, is my only regular reader with whom I’m never shared a bed or a blood line. Sadly, a shocking number of you fall into BOTH [...] While I was home in Virginia (for a whopping 18 hours) Dad offered me his old digital voice recorder that he hasn’t used in years. How fantastic is that? Yeah, I know! I was pretty damn giddy, too. I nearly careened off the road quite a few times on the trip down trying to jot down [...] My friend Stu has the most beautiful and thick head of hair I’ve ever seen on a person, and he religiously swears off hats. He wants to be sure his hair and scalp get all the circulation they could possibly need. If not wearing a head cover gets me a third of Stu’s hair, I’ll never [...] |
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