By Nina Storey- My adventures as a singer, songwriter, touring musician, comic book nerd, painfully awkward child, less painful, but equally awkward adult, and my indefatigable desire to navigate life's sometimes bumpy but extraordinary roads.
Women who play with their hair drive me just a little bit crazy. I am aware this can be a nervous tic, but ladies, you’re lovely just the way you are. But after a recent experience of being down wind from a woman and her shedding ponytail, I felt I needed to get a little bit off my, not yet hairy, chest.
Read More Hair For Your EnjoymentI love using paper towels. I feel like it’s the most baller thing I do. How decadent is it to get a clean opportunity to wipe away my dirty problems. But yet, I feel guilty with every towel I tear off that poofy roll. Yes, I buy recycled, and yes it is probably the repurposed […]
Read More More Things To Worry AboutWhen my family moved from a quaint mountain town to the big, mean city of Los Angeles, my days of eating wax off the mouths of strangers promptly ended.
Read More How To Win Friends & Influence People -Part IIDespite years of bullying as a child, and an inability to match my innerwear to my outerwear, I consider myself a pretty outgoing person. But before embracing my jazz hands approach to life, I hit a few street signs squarely in the face on my long journey to the now.
Read More How To Win Friends And Influence People -Part 1Not all traumatic events lead to financial gain. Some just make for another typical Tuesday.
Read More They’re All Gonna Laugh At You (Part II)Let’s discuss the phrase, “shit from shinola”. This is one of those phrases I grew up hearing amidst casual grown-up parent talk. “Forget working with Bob. He doesn’t know shit from shinola.” I’d overhear my dad saying on the phone, as 7-year-old me would be rolling around on the floor, mastering my breakdancing moves. I remember […]
Read More Learning To Curse When You’re 8.Last night I fell in love with an imaginary gay man. For the second time.
But that’s not the most important part of the story. What is, is that in 107-degree weather, I peeled my sweat-soaked thighs off of my couch and rallied to look more like a fancy lady woman rather than a breathing flesh sweat pocket.
Read More FaceplantI just learned animals stress eat. I wonder, do they feel guilty the next day too?
Read More Eat Your FeelingsI woke up this morning hungover. Nope. Scratch that. I woke up this morning drunk. And then this happened…
Read More Never Buy A Couch While Drinking TequilaMy birthday in a cage under a waterfall…
Read More Fighting With Nature
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