I’d like to say that I’m the one hanging upside down because it would probably make me sound much cooler than I really am. In reality, the upside down chick would annoy me because we wouldn’t get anything done in class if the teacher had to keep telling wild thing to pay attention. No,
I’m feeling creatively bankrupt (as opposed to financially bankrupt which may also be true in the not so distant future). The words aren’t coming, and it doesn’t matter what I do. It’s gloomy out—normally a sign that writing is on the horizon. Instead, I’m just staring out the window watching the gloom. Maybe if it
It’s 4:49 on a Wednesday. For about 2o minutes I thought it was actually Tuesday, but no. I was wrong. You know it is Wednesday because you started the strategic countdown to your weekend on Monday at around 8:55am. I’d love to be able to tell you that I have riveting things to share with
Because I spend a lot of time looking at the ads that run on this site (side q: have you ever noticed how many dating sites exist on the internet?), I’ve become fascinated by this one particular site: Go Moment. I haven’t signed up yet, but I’m in love with their descriptions. It’s rare when
This commercial hurts my heart a little bit. I can’t help but feel sorry for this poor man. Can you imagine always seeing disappointment in someone’s eyes when they first see you? And yes, I know that this is just a commercial and that this man is an actor. Still. I kind of want to
I am in dating “no man’s land” (literally and figuratively). I’m too young for OurTime.com and too old for speed/stir dating in Los Angeles (which apparently has a cut-off of 42). It’s something they don’t warn you about—but I am here to tell you that it exists. It might actually be illegal for you to
Today I slipped into the sexiest thing I own. See? What did I tell you? I have never been hotter. Now go do your sexy self a favor and vote!