Anyone who knows me at all knows that I don't do parties that sell shit. I don't go to candle or jewelry or food or makeup or any other parties that try to lure you in with the promise of appetizers. I don't believe in preying on the easy sell of a woman who feels... Continue Reading →
grinding away
This girl has some lofty ambitions. And all of them center around not having to work anymore. I would love to be able to wake up each day when I want, decide what I want to do. Maybe I'd write, maybe I'd read an entire book, maybe I'd kill three hours shopping for things I... Continue Reading →
dates
With each year of marriage that passes, dating life slips further and further from my memory. Going on dates is a thing of the past, for the most part. But I keep all of the memory I can of when Steve and I weren't married, just were together.The time when people are pursuing each other,... Continue Reading →
hoarders in the making
Objects around the house that tell you you're dangerously close to ending up on that show "Hoarders":1. Puzzle glue2. A TV guide (made out of glossy paper)3. Multiple colors of that ribbon you curl with scissors4. Expiration dates B.Y. (Before Y2K)5. Pet items if you don't have a pet6. Clothes in a mending pile are... Continue Reading →
out of focus
Yesterday's post reminded me of something I wrote five years ago. I plastered it onto the front page of my photo album, which I searched the house high and low to find. I just found it a minute ago, next to all my other pictures, where it would logically be. I didn't even think to... Continue Reading →
woman without a memory
My memory blows. It's terrible. People will recall memories they had with me and I'll say, "wait, was I there?" I can't remember anything. Most of the memories I do have were actually told to me by someone else; I myself can't remember it ever happening. I remember vague outlines, but few specific details. Or... Continue Reading →
losers cause excessive profanity
Let me bitch. I had a long day. I don't bitch enough considering my blog title. I could spout "fuck" non-stop for three straight weeks and still not catch up on the venting that has built up inside of me. So here's something that really pisses me off: blog commenters who write of how they... Continue Reading →
looks good on paper
Resume bullet points are often usually always bullshit. People use words like “analyze” and “monitor” because it sounds impressive; whereas if they really listed what they did at their job, it would look more like this: Clock inScreen phone callsPlay Yahoo gamesGet coffee for a pick-me-upMinimize my internet windows when the boss comes aroundTake a... Continue Reading →
astrological advice
I don't know much about astrology except that they sell little rolled up scrolls of them at Safeway in the checkout line. But today in my magazine, I read my love forecast for the hell of it. Because it's there and so am I.It said that Pisces are dreamy, artistic and sensitive. And it said... Continue Reading →
restaurant hostess
Today, someone found by blog by googling, "is it hard to be a first time hostess at applebees" {sic}. Now I haven't been a hostess at Applebee's, but I have bitched about that establishment and worked as a hostess at other establishments, which in my eyes makes me an expert. So let me tell you... Continue Reading →
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