A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Hello internet. I hope everyone is well and that none of you have been pining away for me too much in my absence. I don’t have a good excuse as to why I’ve been neglecting the blog – unless you count that I’ve been devoting more time than usual to being a big ol’ southern …
My memories of the time when I used to wear contact lenses are a little blurry. It’s been a long time. It was well before the days of throw-away lenses. The kind I had required daily maintenance. Cleaning. Dropping on the dirty floor. Finding. Cleaning. You know, maintenance. I’d have to soak the lenses in …
Oh, spammer most vile Ye sicken me to my very heart and maketh me want to puketh wretched bile and pierceth thine intestines with a poisoned dart. What harmful thing befell ye, nasty sot to maketh ye such a twisted fuck? I careth not – for ye deserveth to rot and have thine eyes eaten …