An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation


If he cracks his knuckles again, I may have to thump him in the head with a box of post-its.

October 3, 2001

Organza-Wrapped Free Time, With Lavender

One day the endless list of to do’s I’ve scribbled on scraps of cd receipts piled on the vanity and poking out from the refrigerator door will include the self-improvement projects I have so lovingly learned at the exfoliated feet of Martha Stewart: SHELL MIRROR…


Ben Folds: Rockin’ The Suburbs

How to Charm Me

Suggest that I store a pillow in my car for afternoon naps. You’re a thinker!

How to Annoy Me

Force me to drink water when I want that damn Diet Coke.