Monthly Archives: February 2014

This makes me wish I could Twerk better. Especially since it just makes me shake my ass like an etch-a-sketch.

Wow. Y’all are (for the most part) much more caring and considerate people than I am. All this talk about going to the funeral to give my condolences to the family, that funerals are for the living, etc. Not to … Continue reading →

Or “dysfunction”. The chairman/CEO/Owner of our company died recently. It was not unexpected as he was in failing health and pretty old. The wake is today and the funeral is tomorrow. I am going to neither. I find this is … Continue reading →

Normally I am against deception, lying, and thievery of any sort. It is such a personal violation– wallet rape if you will. But on occasion I will find theft to be fascinating. Even sexy. But only when it is a … Continue reading →

Those are the names of my fucking neighbors. And I don’t mean “fucking neighbors” disparagingly. I mean that these are the neighbors whom I constantly hear doin’ the nastaaaay. Like last Thursday when I woke to them climaxing at 6:20 … Continue reading →

Jambo! Welcome to another installment on this shittacular winter’s day. It’s sort of a disappointing US Olympics edition, and I leave one for you to caption this week, so… Now for your turn. Be snarky– go for the bronze!!

As we all know, I’m just a huge picky whore who just needs to focus on finding a nice guy and dating him. Well here’s a fresh example of an attempt at doing just that: In January I joined the … Continue reading →

Alex Minsky that is. Oh you know who he is: The Marine who lost his leg to a roadside bomb in Iraqistan and then became an underwear model. Evidently he was on the View the other day, and a clip … Continue reading →

I think I have a case of the SADz. Seasonal Affective Disorder. Or it could juSt be I’m tired of this shit-ass winter. I mean, it’s mid February and we’re in a winter storm warning, and by the end of … Continue reading →