A conversation. Me: Oh my heavenly days!! All I wanted was to peel a stupid carrot and somehow—I don’t even know how this happened—but I managed to pull off the nail on my middle finger and it hurts like a bitch. OWWWWWWWWW! Him: Hmm. Me: This should probably be some…
I seriously am, like, giddy with excitement to write about what I did yesterday while you were all getting enraged about a Time magazine cover and discussing Obama and gay marriage, but, alas, I’m waiting for images of me and Ross the half-nude model to come in from the Harlequin…
I currently have the full-time job I have because of this site right here. That’s pretty sweet, if you ask me. (See bloggers…it can be done!) This space right here is not currently a money maker, unless, of course, you count the coffee money I get from running the two ads you…
