birthdays

Another friggin’ birthday bonanza

Dearest Fritz, he of the hibernating Manhattan Project, is having himself a birthday today. I suspect he’ll take to the streets of Manahattan with a clinky cocktail in one hand and the ass of his newest lov-ah in the other hand, and he will offer profane observations to the buzzing city, like, “Bitch, you need to put a dickey on under that sheer piece of shit!” and, “When Oprah hears about this, she is going…

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birthdays

Double-birthday bonanza

Amber, making you laugh is my favorite thing in the world. My second favorite thing is laughing at your jokes. Every day I wish I lived nearer to you so we could do normal friend stuff, like have lunch or see a movie or just drink wine while sitting on my couch, which still has a you-shaped indention in it. I miss the old days, but I’d happily sacrifice them if it meant you could…

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I can't believe I'm talking about sports

Madness

Well, the Tigers have done it. They move on to the Elite Eight. Tonight they butted heads with the Texas A&M Aggies and came away victorious. It made for an interesting night at work; two of my friends/co-workers are spirited A&M alumnae, so they spent a good portion of the night getting razzed by the Tiger fans (read: everyone else). I’ve gained quite a reputation in the office for being completely apathetic about sports. But…

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