Monthly Archives: September 2009
Signs are for windows… and comment boxes
Have you ever wanted – begged – for a sign? The other day I treated myself to a little something that I posted about here. I fell in love with nothing special, really – just a sign in a window … Continue reading
Marriage is all about getting the stuff off your chest that just keeps you up at night.
The following conversation is real. I wouldn’t lie about something this ridiculous. So we had the pleasure of getting all of these free channels to preview when we signed up with a new cable company. They’re always so awesome in … Continue reading
I’m one of those assholes who texts while standing in line ordering a Venti (mild with two shots of pumpkin spice) and then doesn’t apologize.
(actual phone conversation…) ME: I’v been meaning to call for a while now. I’m just not happy with you anymore. What you’ve given me.. it isn’t working, not like it used to. HIM: Well, let’s see if can change that. … Continue reading
Filed under Stuff I know for sure
When opportunity strikes, you dive.
There are two things that happen when you run naked into the ocean: 1. From your towel on the sand until your naked bits are fully immersed in cold, salty water you hold your breath because somehow, even though you … Continue reading
Nudity has its perks.
14. Nude Beach-it I’ll only be 29 once, so I’m going all out- and being literal about it. This year I will dabble in Full On Frontal at a nude beach in Portugal while vacationing. (Eh-hem… I am, shall we … Continue reading
I love you blogs & coffee
Saw this in a store window today, on my way back from Cherry Bomb. Funny how when you think about something enough it just seems to… appear. (So, off to Europe now- be back in two weeks. Word.)
Filed under Roncesvalles, stuff on my mind
So, I’m really glad I went to work today.
Size does not always matter when it comes to breasts. For many men, it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, as long as they see nipples. Wear something sheer, even peekaboo. Give him a little show. Let the strap of your … Continue reading
Follow up to the “ma’am” situation at Starbucks this morning.
What, like it’s never happened to you? I had a moment. And much like the short-lived comeback of Mariah Carey, it fizzled fast. So I’m back – no drama. But whatever, just so you’re in the know, here’s how shit … Continue reading
Filed under #12 Say what I mean, stupid shit people say
I’ll keep this brief.
While pouring ridiculous amounts of non-fat milk into my Venti at Starbucks this morning, I got called “ma’am” by a girl much taller than me, but definitely younger. I need to digest this (and the milk. I think I’m lactose.) … Continue reading
Filed under WTF
