I’m writing this post on Wednesday, knowing I will post it on Thursday while I am under the influence of narcotics. Don’t worry, it’s all quite legal. I’m having a minor medical thing done and honestly, I’m looking forward to being able to lay in bed and watch Orange Is The New Black all day. I’ve resisted Season 2 thus far because I’m addicted to being productive, even though I loosely define this to include things like spending 4 hours creating a 90s playlist or half a day perfecting my New Zealander accent. [Read more...]
I think it’s time to blame the majority of my problems on the voodoo of self-fulfilling prophecies. For example, last week’s paranoia gave way to a flood of dark omens. On Monday I was run off the road by a car that veered into my lane just as I removed my seatbelt. I had to divert myself out of the street and into a shrubbery. Later that day I discovered the back end of a bunny hanging from the front of The Goat Man’s cherry red Volkswagen Beetle. He’d somehow managed to hit it straight on and wedge the front half of its body into his grill, leaving it dangling like a vile hood trophy. [Read more...]
Last Tuesday I decided to skip the gym, buy a bottle of wine, and order pizza. When The Boyfran showed up to change into workout clothes, I greeted him with a glass of vino. We proceeded to get mildly tipsy by 7PM, at which point he randomly suggested I check my “Other” inbox on Facebook. I expected to find some equivalent of my previous goat-citing offer of marriage but was greeted with a message from a woman asking whether I’d filed a restraining order a couple years ago. [Read more...]
It took a while for me to let The Boyfran know where I live. When he finally made it through the door, he had one primary observation—it wasn’t the lack of a TV, hundreds of books, or my environmental abuses.
“Wow,” he said, “you have a lot of weapons.”
My house is laced with tools of aggression. One might argue that anything is a weapon if you hold it right, but I like to be very literal in these situations. [Read more...]
To engage in friendship is to open yourself up to the harshest form of judgment. My good friend Sars frequently harangues me for leading you to believe she is uptight and “normal.” She’s resented that label since we first met as college roommates and I mocked her for having baby blue walls and oak furniture. To make her normalness even more shocking, she managed her money, slept at night, and had a social life that didn’t involve month-long periods of locking herself away and ignoring everyone. [Read more...]
Something interesting happened last week as I was leaving church. (Yes, I go to church– I have the Snapchats to prove it.) I’d just completed my weekly tradition of bursting out their ornate doors and pretending to be Aragorn in that LOTR scene where you find out he’s not dead. I was high on the triumph of my slow motion moves as our hipster pastor walked up with a smile. I reached out to shake his hand, my mind already dreaming of the brunch we were about to enjoy, when he opened his mouth and spoke. [Read more...]
Most of the coworkers I tell you about are worthy of this question. To a certain extent, I probably am too—but if they’re okay with a psychiatrist who can’t speak English and a Nursing Director who’s plotting to kill everyone, then I’m sure I’ll be alright. Let’s not forget we continued to pay someone when he didn’t even bother showing up for 6 months. However, let me reassure you with a few employees we’ve actually managed to fire in the last year. [Read more...]
If you’re anything like me, you require a constant onslaught of shite before you’re willing to end a bad relationship. Obviously I am an expert in this, because who could ever forget Psycho Ex (You can see his naked photo HERE). It usually takes about five back-to-back WTF Moments for me to finally get around to dumping a guy. With The Man-Child, I actually managed to pack all of these into one night. [Read more...]
Despite having backpacked through places like Cambodia and being raised by a monster, I’m still routinely thrown off guard by the bizarre and inexplicable behavior of the other humans around me. Sometimes this is a good sort of bizarre and sometimes it is the breed of weird that can only be addressed with a dramatically slow clap or swiftly moving bus. In honor of Thursday, the most mischievous of days, I’d like to share a few recent things with you.
The treacherous journey to BlogHer14 is over and I am back in my world where hardly anyone knows I blog and no one ever asks to take a photo of me because I look like The Little Mermaid. I can safely say that any fear or anxiety was entirely unwarranted– no one gives a rats arse how your toenails look or whether you wear the same belt every single day (I did– until I sneezed on the flight home and it completely snapped in two). Beyond that, I have to admit there was a lot about this weekend that caught me totally off guard and it’s taken a moment to process and properly glean The Good, The Bad, and The Awkward. [Read more...]
I’m going to go ahead and apologize, because I can pretty much guarantee there’s going to be something.
I’m leaving for BlogHer14 on Wednesday morning, which will create numerous opportunities for me to traumatize myself or other humans. I’ll either fall on my arse or get lost on the first day and never actually make it to the conference. The Boyfran made me a cheat sheet of all things San Jose but I’m not convinced I won’t somehow end up in Myanmar. [Read more...]
The Boyfran and I have been together for about a year and a half and know the importance of keeping things new and exciting in the bedroom. Last night, I decided to open up a whole new world of experience for him.
I made him watch his first Chick Flick.
Most of the time, I’m a big fan of watching super heroes, sci-fi, and war. But every so often I can’t help but crave some face time with Rachel McAdams [Read more...]
Today is Wednesday, which means you can expect very little out of anyone. I’d planned to post something more serious and scholarly (as per the usual) but this post from Melisa Wells of Suburban Scrawl inspired me to put aside words and attempt to describe my experiences visually. I’m going to just stick with the first hour of the day because after I’ve had my coffee and begun acknowledging my coworkers, all bets are off. [Read more...]
It’s been a little over three weeks since I moved to self-hosted and I think I’m finally ready to talk about it. I’ve been employing all manner of coping skills (wine) and self-soothing strategies (wine) in order to make it this far and now I want to share my wisdom with you just in case you’re considering a similar move. First off, just to set your expectations, here are a few things I’ve been through that weren’t nearly as traumatic as switching to self-hosted: [Read more...]
The approach of BlogHer14 has me thinking about the likelihood that I will injure myself and/or fall on my arse in front of a large group of people. Let’s not forget this has happened to me before and though I’ve learned my lesson (don’t judge desperate Moms at Target and/or wear teal wedges) I don’t think that means I can rest easy.
It rained all day yesterday, which led to an onslaught of ridiculous on the job injuries because no one I work with can walk across a parking lot without maiming themselves. [Read more...]