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Tag Archives: wtf
I don’t have time to write! Most of the time lately, I don’t have the wherewithal, either. This is what happens when I’m in complete professional limbo. Everything, everywhere, all up in the air. I have no idea where I stand nor where I’m going, even though I have secret inclinations as to what the destinations [...]
My couch is gone. My piece of shit, black vinyl couch is gone. In its place is a new, black-and-blue cloth (presumably piece of shit but thus far unproven as such) couch that I was given as a warranty replacement. Also gone is its history. All those nights spent cuddling with cute guys, the dirty [...]
Okay, I’m into the whole love-yoself-sistah feminist self-worship thing and all that, to an extent. This sort of thing blows my mind. Personally, if I was 12 or 13, and I had a granola-chomping mother who was foisting this “love your period, love your womanhood” crap down my throat, I’d spontaneously combust. I hate when [...]
I should be leaving for an appointment right this very second, but I’m SO mad! I HATE my hair. There is nothing worse (esteem-wise) than bad hair days. Except maybe bloating days, but We Don’t Talk Of Such Things. I splurged. I came into a few bucks and went to my fancy-pants expensive hair guy, paid [...]
A recent sexual harassment lawsuit was tossed out of court in the USA. It doesn’t amount to much in the scheme of things, but I’m fucking elated about it. During writing meetings on the show “Friends,” things would get raunchy. Sex-talk and profanity would lace the meetings, and one woman got her panties in a twist [...]