I’m not even sure how to start this blog, and this might be a bit bumpy, but.. uh… here we go. As you have probably guessed by my “Letters to NYC” earlier, I am in New York. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you are probably thinking that something must be
I just found out that I’ve been buying the wrong sized bra for the last 25 years. And not just a little wrong—WAY wrong. Now don’t worry, this isn’t going to be a public service announcement telling you all to burn your bras and go out and get fitted—because really, I don’t care that much
I come to you for a little dream analysis. I was backstage—felt like people were singing on stage (no idea what, I couldn’t hear them), while we were hanging out in back waiting to perform. I was really wildly calm which is very unlike me because before performances, I am actually terrified. No one seemed
I need help from my more stylish friends—or friends who have any knowledge at all about clothing. As you can well imagine after reading this blog for years, my knowledge extends to asking, “Is it clean?” So, I’m a bit out of my depth here. This is what I need to know: what is the
Because I am fantabulous in every possible way (shhhh, go with it), I bring you the following intel (pay special attention to the fact that registration ends today for the live auction items and that the eBay auction ends on Saturday). Just as a side note, I was over on the Castle set last year.
As most of you recall, Thursday marked the first of a series of experiments meant to elucidate my “approachability factor”. Now, some have called into question the parameters of the experiment (coughDancough), but I feel like we have made real progress. I’m also pretty sure I won this round, but Pen insists that at most
“A Taiwanese woman left uninspired by the standard of men on offer in her city will finally tie the knot — with herself, Shanghai Daily reported early Saturday.” (source: http://www.myfoxorlando.com/dpp/news/offbeat/102210-taiwanese-bride-marries-herself-ncx) Bonus points to the first person who can tell me what I’m thinking right now. Hint: I may or may not be registering at Pottery
I have always thought of myself as a welcoming and friendly soul. Ok, that’s actually a lie, but I don’t think of myself as being particularly mean. I’m just disinterested. I’m not someone who tends to seek attention or companionship most of the time. I covet Kate time. I have friends, but I far prefer
After a long period of detente, my iPod has gone rogue. Sure, I downloaded the standard audio clips for Sony Vegas Pro. I admit that those clips ended up in iTunes. But that does not give the iPod the right to shuffle to a blaring rendition of “The Wedding March” as I’m pulling up to
The best idea ever came to me after a day filled with thoughts like, “Oh, you have got to be kidding me” and “I need to fake some sincere appreciation”. I’m calling it the “Explanation Buddy”. It’s a very simple concept. Essentially, we would create a service that would provide a person to join you