Dark brooding imagery. Post-apocalypse. Famine. Flood. War. Death. Jesus. This looks depressing as hell and I am all in.
As a geeky kid who did compete in my junior high spelling bee I found this fascinating. But if you're home sick there's something so uplifting about watching a bunch of supremely awkward, gawky, off the charts ADD kids study day and night so they can win nationals.
This isn’t a good weekend for a friend of mine who is experiencing super heart break. The kind that knocks the very breath out of you. The kind that makes you want to go in a corner and just cry and cry and cry. But its going to be ok. And you’re going to be… Continue reading
Lately I’ve been getting a lot of Facebook friend requests. I’m fine with that because one can decide if they want to go down that rabbit hole of neurosis and embarrassing moments or just ignore and check out random videos. (I’m so not a football person but I found this fascinating.) Each time I get… Continue reading
Probably with fantastic lines like this: “From the very beginningâ€” from the first moment, I may almost sayâ€” of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on… Continue reading
When I was living in the UK I went to an exhibition of Damien Hirst’s in London. He’s the dude who sliced up animals and put them on display in formaldehyde. Shocking in the late 1990s but now…so ho hum. Anywho…I was a young student studying in the UK and here I am in London… Continue reading
In everything in my life I am spot on prompt and if I'm ever late to meet a friend I profusely apologize and I'm terribly upset with myself. I consider it incredibly rude to be late on anything…except returning library books. I've paid the LA country library probably $500 in late charges in my whole… Continue reading
If you know me you know I’m not into babies. But I love these commercials.
My Marine ex-boyfriend gave me a leopard covered journal. The fuzzy kind. With a matching leopard pen. It was my birthday. It was kind of one the reasons why I broke up with him.
I’ve never understood the slutty look but then again its been a looooong time since I’ve been cruising for new boys. I remember being in Vegas with Helen and I bought an outfit that pretty much consisted of a super tight and short black dress with thigh high boots. In Vegas this made sense. I… Continue reading