It’s too freaking hot for long hair. So I got about five inches taken off, and I told the stylist to do whatever he wanted with the top. So he gave me some bangs — “fake bangs” to be exact — that I can sort of sweep out of the way or pull down in front depending on my mood. I haven’t had real bangs since middle school. I’ll do my best this time around…
Last night on my way home from work, I saw a car turned completely over, resting on its roof, its windows shattered from the pressure. It was on Madison, just west of the P&H. As far as I could tell, there were no other cars in the accident.
I made the switch to clumpable litter a few nights ago, because the recycled paper litter I’d been using (under the impression that Felix, like he did when we had Phoebe the cat back in Murfreesboro, would just burrow his head through kitty litter and make it basically impossible to use) was making me broke, broke, broke. That stuff is expensive. It’s $22 per large bag, and with three animals, I go through two bags…
Somehow I managed to sucker Courtney, Rebecca, Shane, and Phil into piling into my crapmobile and accompanying me to Dead Elvis Night at Graceland. Today marks 30 years that the King has been gone, and the fans and mourners were out in droves to mark the occasion. The place was packed. I had kind of half-planned to get a candle and walk up the driveway to the grave to pay my respects (which took an…
[for Wednesday, Aug. 15] This image comes from The Male Mystique, this awesome book Sarah brought me when she came to visit last weekend. It’s chock full (whoops, almost typed “cock full,” hyuk) of these cheesy-ass ads from the ’60s and ’70s that could have served, as Sarah observed, as a general character composite for Ron Burgundy. (Parenthetically, this seems to me to be a perfect illustration of the technique used by Mystery, “The Pick-Up…
Hey, it’s Lindsey Turner! She seems very nice. Check out her writting. Oh well. At least .org’s still available.
Just kidding. But you’d want to make out with him, too, if he hopped up on your bed. And just so no on thinks I’m playing kitty favorites, here’s a picture of Sally at the exact moment I tried to make out with her. She no likey. Project 365
It is deeply offensive how much I love VH1’s new crop of reality shows. I’m like a junkie who knows her addiction is killing her, but she can’t stop because of the pretty colors and the flashy things and oh my god, is that Brett Michaels? Yes, crackhead. Yes it is. Let me break down the awesomeness for those of you with lives or without cable. • Rock of Love: Starring Poison frontman Brett Michaels…
Just kidding. I’m actually heading to bed. My schedule’s all jacked up thanks to a couple of extremely late nights I pulled — Friday night when Sarah was here and Saturday night when Theresa was here — that had me trying to doze off at 4 and 6 a.m. respectively. I’m not complaining at all; I very much enjoyed the company, even if I was a terrible host (I drug Sarah to Wal-Mart with me…
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