Archive for the 'I Am Grossed Out' Category
Don’tcha call me pudgy, portly, or stout
Here’s the dilly-o: I could stand to lose a few. I got a little junk in the trunk. I would not be described as a stick figure. Do you see what I’m doing here? I’m trying not to use the word “fat.” It just makes things worse. Plus, do [...]
Walking down the street
Carrying a baseball bat
So you may remember that I lived in Ireland for a while. Dun Laoghaire, to be exact, which is a suburb of Dublin. I moved there after graduating college to avoid getting a real job. Lesson learned? A real job means benefits, decent pay, and tolerable hours. The places [...]
Noise Noise Noise
At 7 am on a brand new day *
Yes. I have been ever so slightly distracted lately. Perhaps because they’re filming Journey to the Center of the Earth next door.
Click here for annoying video.
Be sure to turn up the volume so you can get the full “you are there” experience. I don’t [...]
I got bugs on my window
Trying to get in
And now the question is:
Do I eat them? *
I finally have a reason to throw out that giant bag of tea.
Like so many of you out there, I fell victim to the siren call of slimming teas. Not those dangerous slimming teas that contain laxatives and diuretics. [...]
Okay, so no one’s answering,
Well, can’t you just let it ring a little longer
I’ll just sit tight, through the shadows of the night
Let it ring for evermore.*
Now that the iPhone is here, I guess it’s too much to hope that phones will become obsolete.
I was going to title this post “I Hate Phones,” but with all [...]
