Haunts
“All our times have come Here but now they’re gone The seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
“All our times have come Here but now they’re gone The seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
I’m considering giving up my morning cup pot of coffee. I blame the coffee for the fact that I can no longer follow a single thought for longer than three seconds without it running away screaming. So, I’m going to give up my highly caffeinated coffee and replace it with ginkgo biloba tea or whatever …
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. No, it was a lot closer to the worst of times. It was the 80’s. Ten years of bad music and bad hair. Ack. And yet, if the 80’s hadn’t proved themselves so atrociously lacking in providing anything substantial for me to listen …
First, a big ol’ thank you to Scott-san at Kamikaze Lunchbreak for sending me a cool mix cd. It shall be my driving music for the upcoming week. I was especially thrilled to see “Wait” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs included in the mix; I’m in love with Karen O’s voice. Anyhow, I’m trying to …
Question: Is she so desperate for material that she’s doing another weird searches post? Answer: Yes. Yes, she is. I is. Whatever. So, yeah, the words underlined below are the actual search words some unlucky bastards typed into their search bars only to find my site. My responses immediately follow the search words. lonely fat …
My kid can get breakfast at school when she wants to. This is good news for us on days like today when the three – count ’em three – donuts she ate before she left the house weren’t enough to fill her up. Soon the only way we’ll be able to afford to feed her …