December 2011
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Goodbye 2011…
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Ok, I need to say this. I don’t want to see nursing mothers when I go to Target. I want to see replica mid-century modern housewares and cheaply priced cosmetics. If you need to feed your baby then for heaven’s sake do it in the ladies dressing room where there is adequate seating, quiet and privacy.
Don’t impose your dropsy old gals on me unless you’re prepared to have...
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Happy Hanukkah! Listen to the 2011 Matisyahu show... →
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I secretly cringe when bands say “everybody all together now” and expect us to clap in unison like trained seals. No matter how deep my love for your band runs it is somehow always supplanted by my hate of being told what to do. Nothing personal…
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When we misbehaved as kids our parents would pick up the telephone and pretend to report our behaviour directly to Santa at the North Pole.
Creative people, our parents…
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I don’t like all those little plastic discount tags/market research chips that stores keep trying to get me to put on my keyring. I also don’t care for Chelsea Handler. I think she’s crude and sun damaged.
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It went DOWN again at the nail salon this morning! I was just sitting there getting my annual Christmas themed pedicure (Big Apple Red by OPI with silver snowflakes-Holla!) and some awful girls came in without appointment and started stomping their hooves because they had an estimated half-hour wait. They used profanity at the poor english-as-a-second-language nail tech and were just so abusive!...
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Confession of the day: So, yes… We do all monitor the number of chili peppers received on RateMyProfessor.com
It’s the small victories in life that matter…
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Hmm… Jon Bon Jovi is now doing commercials for ADVIL. That’s some really smart marketing. Really smart.
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“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is...
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