I’m Like a Gremlin…Except, You Know, Not
Did I say a gremlin? I meant a mogwai. But you probably wouldn’t recognize a mogwai if I put that in the title…I’m sneaky like
Did I say a gremlin? I meant a mogwai. But you probably wouldn’t recognize a mogwai if I put that in the title…I’m sneaky like
I debated internally whether to have a politically charged Fiscal Cliff Bullshit post directed at the United States government or to have a fun New
Dear Katie, Don’t hate me. 🙂 Also, side note: Just because I won’t start decorating, doesn’t mean I can’t get a little into the
Another ex-boyfriend story for your reading pleasure… When I was fresh out of college and “on the outs” with the on-again/off-again boyfriend (Rockabilly), I was
Well, fair readers, it’s official. I no longer live in the home of Wayne and Garth. Goodbye Aurora, Illinois. Hello suburban town MUCH closer to
WARNING: This post contains a poop story. It is highly inappropriate. It is (a little) graphic. It is poop. If you are squeamish (or eating),
Maybe that title was a little much. It’s not that I’m angry. Or jealous. I mean… it all worked out, right? As this is the
When I was 12, my mom was diagnosed with Hepatitis C after years of poor liver counts and ignorant doctors who told my mother (who
Don’t believe me about the kickline? Video proof: Brian was a really good sport as I chased my favorite characters around the four Disney parks.
In order to make forthcoming blogs make a little more sense, I thought it important to explain the history of the ridiculous nicknames that boys