I may or may not have eaten a stick of butter yesterday.Read More I Feel Good About Myself
I love the smell of inner tubes. I love that plasticky, chemically bonded rubber smell which indicates summer is near.Read More This Smells Gross, Wanna Smell It?
There are two folk singers upstairs from me who are singing and using a tambourine and I want to punch them in the face. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. I kid. But I am finding that my ability to concentrate when there are extraneous noises going on around me, well it’s […]Read More Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Tambourine
On the rare occasion when I am feeling especially skinny and toned, I don’t mind wearing dresses and high heels. But as much as I love the way the ratio of dress swagger to 90 degree foot angle looks, the stilted shoes always end up hurting my body. I look at women who wear heels […]Read More Feet Don’t Fail Me Now
Isn’t it funny when you find a business card laying on the ground in the middle of your bedroom floor and you wonder, where did I meet that person?
I often have a fear of throwing out business cards because I don’t want them to think I don’t care about them.Read More If You Need To Reach Me