Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels came out on video when I was 21. I remember it because I had just moved out of my parents’ house into a duplex with my first roommates, Lauren and Tina*. One Friday night during the six long months that I lived with them and dealt with their leaving… Continue reading Vodka, Puke, and A Drunk in A Tub
About once a week someone in my office throws a box from a frozen, microwaveable broccoli and cheese side dish into the recycle bin. There is a box of this stuff in our break room freezer that hasn’t moved in years. I remain convinced that the box that reappears in the recycle bin periodically is… Continue reading Mystery, With a Side of Broccoli and Cheese
I’ve learned a few things in my time on this planet, and since I don’t have kids to pass my wisdom to, I’ll have to do what I normally do anyway and put it on the internet. 1. Never wear the same pair of shoes two days in a row, no matter how “ergonomic” or… Continue reading Life Lessons
There are few things better than laughing until you cry. Every time this happens to me, it’s a memorable occasion. Is there a scientific term for this? Anyway, I’ve been reading David Lebovitz’s book The Sweet Life in Paris. This book is hilarious. David Lebovitz is hilarious. His dry, not-so-subtle snark sings to me on… Continue reading Truly Incroyable
This is for the weekly writing challenge. I started out rewriting one paragraph, but ended up rewriting the whole piece. Here is the original in its entirety. Paragraph 1 original: The thing that most provoked my fight or flight response? A boy. At the time I was “so 22” as Taylor Swift might say, and… Continue reading On Trying to Omit Needless Words
This post was completely inspired by 30 seconds of an episode of The Mindy Project. I love this show. It’s a romantic comedy, with recurring battles of the sexes between Mindy and her personal Mark Darcy, Danny Castellano. Mindy and Danny often play out various gender clichés. Clichés are funny, but they’re also kind of… Continue reading Girl Music is from Jupiter
In the end , it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know you’ve taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.
People who know me know that I don’t enjoy being asked inane questions, and I recently blogged about the inane question phenomenon here. So imagine my delight when I saw the Daily Prompt for today was “What question do you hate to be asked?” Well, since you asked and its December, I’ll tell you.
Hey, single ladies: are you sad? Are you really sad? Are you like super duper mega sad? Does your life’s worth depend on having a boyfriend and being on a track to getting married and having a baby? Do you watch TV and think, “Gee, I just can’t identify with single female characters unless they… Continue reading Ermahgerd: Berbies!
This was the WordPress Daily Prompt from November 23. I used line 3 from page 82 of Holidays on Ice by David Sedaris. It just happens to be a quote. What a great conversation starter. It’s something that would likely be said by someone having a bad day. Maybe this guy’s (we’ll call him Jim)… Continue reading Variations on a Theme