Three blocks from my house, a cell phone ring broke the sanctity of my Gwen Stefani worship. It was my cell phone. What was I thinking. I really should throw that thing away.
"The Office", said the caller...
Sometimes, late at night, I listen to my heart beating. If I allow myself, I can forget that it I am listening to myself live. Then, as quickly as I forgot, I again become keenly aware that it is my own heart beating. It...
I've had the question posed by more readers than I can count, "Does Donna read this site and what will happen when she finds out?" As one astute email put it, "... you are SO getting divorced." I guess I better I really just want to say to everyone today, thanks for the support, comments, emails and good vibes sent my way over the past few days. It's good to know that people are behind me and willing to give such great advice and... My beer, like much of my life, lacks fizz. I was eager to get the my first bottle of homemade beer open last night. As the cap clanked to the counter, the bottle stood there silently. As I poured the cold beer into... Yesterday I predicted the possibility that sex may not be exactly, umm, coming soon. Ah,... You know what makes Valiumtimes Day cool? That Donna would rather have a pneumatic nailer/stapler than chocolates. I... This post will in no way be original or clever. This is likely to be a rehash of content found on news sites and blogs across the net today but the topic simply cannot be avoided given the circumstances. Most of my... Along with her cell phone, Megan (12, going on dangerous) also has her own domain name, friends-only blog and email address.... Back in junior high school I cared about my looks. I had the Girbaud jeans, eyeliner and bleached, curly bangs just like My aunt, BA has tickets to Jesus Christ Superstar because she subscribes to the "I think tonight might be spent bottling." "Oh. So... how much of that stuff do you think you'll keep around here? I mean, you're planning on giving a lot of it away, right?" "Yeah, I plan on giving a lot of... It's possible, just possible, that I had more to drink at lunch than I should have. When I started my job here, however long ago it was I started here (too tipsy to figure it out), I replace two employees. One of... Home | About | Fresh Fiddley | iBlog | Buy Swag | Archive | Search | Contact | Blogroll | BLOW | Mobile | Login/Register
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