Look, I don’t ask for much. Ok, that’s not true. I ask for a lot, but I don’t get it, and then I pretend that I’m fine with that. But still, I’m not asking George Clooney to stop dating models for me. I’m just maybe thinking that at some point, I’d like to meet a
Apparently, I’m incapable of having hobbies. If I enjoy something, I tend to pursue it, put my protestant work ethic to the test (despite not being protestant), and suddenly it’s a wildly consuming semi-profession. Don’t believe me? In college, I decided to take a class in dance in order to fulfill my fine arts credit
In just over a month (ok, a month and a week), Californication returns. Finally. So, naturally, when I’m faced with a blank blog, no inspiration and a delightful email from a new reader who was also at the panel (small world!), I thought to myself, “Self, you should post more stuff from that Californication panel
It is possible that I’ve been in LA for too long. Sex Tape Cynicism When I read on Starpulse (http://www.starpulse.com/news/index.php/2009/08/17/eric_dane_aamp_rebecca_gayheart_sex_tape_1) that a sex tape was leaked involving Eric Dane and his wife (and some random woman), my first thought was not, “How shocking!” or even, “He’s hot!” Nope, my reaction was “which one of them
For those of you waiting on the 2nd part of the David Tennant story, here it is. 🙂 http://becauselifeisshort.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-met-david-tennant-pt-2-get-in.html
I realize this means I’m old, but if you call me, and don’t leave a message, in my world that means that you didn’t call me. Seriously, for like 15 days I won’t know you called, until I’m scrolling through the call log looking for another number because I’m too lazy to go into contacts.
I posted this link up on twitter the other day: http://www.lemondrop.com/2009/08/03/exes-3-way-smackdown-3-timing-man/ As I said on twitter, obviously this is wrong. This is not appropriate (:::chuckle::::) conflict resolution. So, before anyone tries to bring forth a lawsuit, I am in no way advocating this kind of perfectly executed retribution. It’s just… ahem… wrong. No two ways
I thought that title might get your attention. I’ve never been shy about expressing which side I’m on in the war of the pubic hairs. While I applaud some basic caretaking, I’m just not down with visually reducing me to a pre-pubescent girl. I’m a woman. If you can’t get turned on by me unless