Guess I’m Talking About This After All

I know I should write about this Osama stuff, but honestly it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.  Something just feels horribly wrong about celebrating any sort of death.  I mean, I wouldn’t even wish it on Rod Stewart.  Much. September 11th was easily the scariest, most confusing day of my life.  […]

An Open Letter to Winter

Dear Winter, Why the fuck are you still here?  Seriously.  It’s March!  What’s with this in with a lion, out like a lion bullshit?  It’s not supposed to snow in March.  I’m pretty sure it says so in the Geneva Convention.  Or maybe the Treaty of Versailles.  Regardless, you’re breaking […]

Like a Margarita on a Mexican Beach, But Different

It can’t be snowing again.  It just can’t.  I refuse to accept that this is happening. I pick a new reality.  I’m actually on a beach somewhere in Mexico sipping on a margarita that Javier Bardem just brought over on a gilded tray.  Also?  I look just like Penelope Cruz.  […]

Catch Me If You Can

Mmmm Broadway.  I’ve been making out like a bandit with the free tickets again lately.  God it’s good to be a theater slut.  I’m going to tell you about them in the hopes that maybe you’re planning a trip to NYC where you’ll work me (and some shows) into your […]

Talking to Girls About Duran Duran

You ever have someone try and turn you on to something that just doesn’t quite fit you, but you can still tell it’s really, really awesome?  Even if you don’t enjoy it as much as you probably ought to?  You know, like The Dave Matthews Band, or imported stinky cheeses, […]

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