All of a sudden
I am just nervous and worried about the approaching months. Yikes.
Friends don’t let friends get married at Disney World
Where the boys are
Humble ones? Yet, still talented? In some other country. Or on some other planet. I’m going to stop caring. I promise.
When I heard “Extra” claim to have the “first international reactions on Obama’s inauguration” I nearly fell out of my bed from shock. I mean, why “Extra”? When they followed the claim by stating the following: “Tom Cruise…in London!” I nearly fell out of my bed from laughing. Good morning.
Well, bless your little inaugural balls!
How the hell are you today? Good! You look great! Happy inaugurals! I’m working today. I mean, I’m working every single day. Today was special though, mostly because, during one of the most historical moments in our nation’s history, a woman called the box office to order tickets for a date in June. Those tickets aren’t even for sale yet. Dumb. Then again, most folks...
Do you ever look back at someone you knew when you were younger in disbelief, because you can’t imagine a time when you actually understood or could communicate with them? Yeah. Me too.
Contradicting Myself to Live.
So yesterday I wrote about marriage, mates, and unions with a blahzay attitude. A “who needs it” if you will. Today, I sing a slightly different tune only because of events that transpired earlier this afternoon. I had a rehearsal today that lasted for about four hours and then had a few errands to run. One such errand was to mail a Netflix DVD. On my way back from Target, I stopped...
The older I get, the less I believe in marriage. Now before all my married friends read this and freak out that I think they are doomed for failure, I’m speaking (or writing) from a personal perspective. When I was little, like most girls, I dreamed of my wedding day—the flowers, the reception, and oh, my goodness, the dress! I imagined my kids. How smart would they be? How talented?...
Can you stand it?!
Because, I cannot. And I will fight anyone to the death who naysays. Even Joe Canale of Second City Chicago’s Mainstage. Seriously.
…in order to treat anxiety and stress naturally… “Avoid foods to which you allergic.” Thank you Suite101.com for this insightful, poorly written piece of advice, ‘cause people be highly allergy to peanuts at a time, and it not wise to eat them when it kill them.
Sharing can be fun, or cathartic
Oh. My. Job! Bitchiness. Not only does it run in the family. The people that call my workplace really do their best to get the bitch trigger switched in my brain. Bright and early on a snowy, Chicago more, no less. I feel, mostly, like this: Oh, little one! If I had a son, and we did the hip baby sign language thing, this would be his first sign. And I would be so proud. I can’t help...
An Letter to Stephenie Meyer
Dear Stephenie: I’m not going to beat around the bush. I have one question for you— What the hell?! I’ll admit it. A couple of months ago when people told me I needed to read the series you’d written, I was intrigued. I was sucked in by the peer pressure, I was engrossed in your story and, most importantly, I saw why young women from here to Timbuktu were so obsessed...
NYE is more fun in BFE
You know what’s fun about New Year’s Eve? Absolutely nothing. When I was in college, I had a blast on New Year’s. I was surrounded by great friends, there was always a house party that resulted in silliness, memorable scenarios, and quotables. People made out with someone they didn’t even find remotely attractive, or maybe they just didn’t want to admit it while...