I’ve been very busy this week listening to The Shins’ “Simple Song;” building a case for “Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters” as Elton John’s best song ever;” and, well, working. So here’s some stuff from other people that you should totally read: My friend Christa wrote a hilarious review of the Porn du Jour Fifty …
When I spied this list of cool literary siblings on Largehearted Boy’s Facebook wall I was all, “hell yes I love arbitrary lists of the bookish variety. Pop Culture Nerds love nothing more than to argue about inconsequential things that are somehow vitally important to our sense of self. So I perused the list where …
I have two strange bug bites on right arm. I’m not sure where I acquired them, but they itch like hell and kind of swell all zit like and then weep this clear fluid for a few days. The fluid gets kind of crusty and I constantly pick it off only to have more crust …
I refuse to lose my shit over a dinette set. I could never be the asshole who bids $1501. Or $1. I spend an inordinate amount of time wanting to punch every contestant right in their stupid-get-up-wearing, excited-over-a-matching-washer-and-dryer face. I abhor the number five. People acting ridiculous over getting free crap makes me uncomfortable in …
I’ve been wearing pajamas since Thursday night. Not the same pajamas, mind you, but pajamas nonetheless. I woke up this morning chanting the lyrics to “You’ll Accomp’ny Me.” I have no idea where that came from. I’m not a particular fan of the song, and that has nothing to do with that goofy contaction. It …
6 = number of posts drafted and not yet completed on account of everything feels kind of forced and icky lately: Soul sister; Things I ought to apologize for; Reason I will never be on the Price is Right; Don’t call me blogger; Her vibes are rather reckless; and National Punctuation Day, a playlist. 4 …
So I’m in love. The pathetic kind of love where you pounce on every opportunity to spout about your lover. It’s the kind of love where even if talking about him doesn’t quite fit into the conversation I will wedge his name and what he thinks about something right in there. I know it’s annoying. …