I love old school Mel Gibson. You know, the one before Passion of the Christ and his crazy Russian girlfriend and public alcoholism and admission of racism and rage issues. Um, basically I love Mel Gibson before I knew who … Continue reading
July 26, 2011
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I love old school Mel Gibson. You know, the one before Passion of the Christ and his crazy Russian girlfriend and public alcoholism and admission of racism and rage issues. Um, basically I love Mel Gibson before I knew who … Continue reading
July 25, 2011
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If there are two things I am a whore for, it is music and pop culture. I obsess over both, and when I am embroiled in my study of all things superficial, I find myself being mentally prodded with a … Continue reading
June 27, 2011
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The inevitable downswing…. For no reason other than the need to vent using my keyboard, I devote this post to everything and anything I dislike right now. (Which, of course, translates into a lot of self-loathing.) -I have this zit … Continue reading
June 19, 2011
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Like a phoenix I rise above the ashes of my incinerated relationship. Last weekend, I was making out with a guy who was four years younger than me on a float trip; and it occured to me…I’m getting better at this breaking up … Continue reading
June 6, 2011
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Someone call Whitesnake, because here I go again on my own. I effing hate breakups. Not that there’s much to like, but still. So far, I’ve been in phase one, which involves lots of sleeping and checking my phone to … Continue reading
May 31, 2011
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Today, I stand here in partial triumph. I faced my fears and dealt with the student loan collections trolls. I was not expecting a pleasant experience, as they work for the government; and could probably break both my legs. However, … Continue reading
May 24, 2011
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I met this project with a great deal of curiosity. “Why,” I thought, “would anyone need to improve on perfection?” For certain it’s a privileged life. I work forty hours a week at a fairly menial job, and cannot manage … Continue reading