If you’ve been reading this for a while, you know I have a thing about cats. If you’ve been reading recently, you know that I’ve been dealing with a lot of life crap. Further, if you know me in real life you also know that the life crap is the kind that’s hard or impossible to resolve. Which, in turn,
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
It’s a known fact among my group of friends that I don’t really rock the Christmas spirit. If there’s not a sense of tacky, chances are I’m not into it. I mean, there is a reason why I own a six-foot royal purple tinsel tree. So imagine my utter happiness when Bestie Danielle told me about the chicken nativity scene.
Those in the Lurkdom that know me IRL know I have a love of daytime television. Bestie Danielle likes to make fun of me because of this. I’m devoted to One Life to Live so much I went into a mini depression when it was announced that it’s coming to an end. I could write several blog posts about soap
It’s Friday. That means it’s time for Paper Hangover’s Friday Fives. Today’s topic? Oh, apps. You little things that can become such a time sink for yours truly*. I don’t really have an addictive personality, but there are certain things that make me forget outside things exist. Take this example: back in dial up only days, The Lou had an