Friend (sends screencap of a nauseating and preemptive declaration of love taken from her cousin’s facebook status): I mean this seriously… if I EVER do anything like this, shoot me. For. Real. Me: What the actual hell Me: I will have 0 problems shooting you for an infraction such as this. Friend: Thank you?
For the purpose of today’s post, imagine this entry’s title being sung to the tune of Dorothy Lamor’s “Personality.” I have been supercharged in offline productivity the last ten days. I’ve gotten tasks done that have been an apple rotting in my back for months, including solving some health care carry-over bullhockey, donating $800+ worth ...
I don’t like adulting. At all. When you’re an adult, everything that should be simple is somehow twisted into a labyrinthine marathon where, even if you get to the finish line, you still manage to lose. Recently, my credit card expired, and I was sent a new one. I activated it like normal and went ...
Knock on wood, my sickness has (mostly) passed. I’m coherent, which is a plus, but my voice doesn’t work, which is also kind of a plus, because now I have a legit reason not to speak to anyone I didn’t really want to in the first place. I still have several entries waiting to be ...
I use StatCounter to keep track of the traffic to and from my little corner of the web here. The biggest visitor spike was two hits about a week ago, one of which was a bot who thoughtfully stopped by to see if I needed Chinese viagra. Guess that’s what happens when you don’t post ...