Living in the Dunkin Donuts capitol of the world, it’s hard not to know about National Donut Day. I mean, hell, you get a free donut if you buy a drink at Dunkin’s today. While this is fantastic (because of the word free), it could be so much better. National Donut Day Breakfast of Chanmps Why would you say that?
If you’ve been following me on Twitter or have seen my life via Facebook, you know the following things: I’m still unemployed, I’m still revising, and I’ve developed an unhealthy addiction to several Facebook games. The first thing isn’t related to the last two things, though I’m using my unemployment-ness to my advantage. Example: A revision that would have taken
Yep, that is a horrible pun for the fact we’re approaching March* and I don’t care. The last several months for yours truly has epically been made of suck and I’m looking forward to all the things that happen once March 1 arrives. I just need to make it through one extra day of February**. Since blogging at The Pie
As a kid, I didn’t have an imaginary friend. I had an imaginary GIRAFFE. This unnamed giraffe would be my scapegoat whenever I did something I shouldn’t. (Which honestly, wasn’t that often. I was a well-behaved rugrat.) The giraffe got stuck in the back seat of my dad’s boat of a car whenever we schlepped to Connecticut to visit the