Monthly Archives: August 2013

OK, I lied. I’m not really sorry. I know I’m not alone in the following admission: “I laugh at shit I’m not supposed to.” why? well, I’m very immature.  I have no other logical explanation. I have stories. Let’s begin: … Continue reading →

Oh, hey there.   It’s Friday and that’s good.  Let’s just say yesterday, not the best day.  Little itsy bitsy background.  I’m hosting a benefit tomorrow for my dear friend Ann, she has poly cystic kidney disease and needs a transplant … Continue reading →

hey. sup’? So I’ve been doing this moving thing.  Moving, it’s the opposite of fun.  Like something akin to stopping a random passerby and asking if you may take a five second whiff of their armpit; like really root around … Continue reading →

Woah. My first post. welcome. I thought to myself yesterday morning, at the rousing hour of 3 am “ish” -during one of my delightful spells of insomnia-, wouldn’t it be great if people said what they’re really thinking?  Instead of … Continue reading →