I have a painful blood blister on my finger. A man was wearing spandex overalls and lounging provocatively within my direct line of sight at Sbux. My cat just brought me a dead cardinal. There is a huge, huge correlation between drums and relationships, at least in my research on the Webs today. Also, there are a lot of lonely people asking for random love advice that I kind of want to start answering. Not that I have a fucking clue about relationships. Or… do I?
Its been one heckuva week, Brownie. 1. Don’t ask me to do something, or say to “go ahead” on a work concept and then question me, over a month later, about what I’m doing. Its getting old, and I’m about to replace you with someone who will appreciate my brilliance and not ask me to make printable forms, thereby insulting my intelligence. 2. Stop burning the house down! Totally kidding. Maybe. (Its just stuck in my head, much like “Spider Pig”) 3. Don’t...
By Melia, the tired. My girls and I left for the wedding at 8am on Friday, traveling to a magical land we’ll call Weddingshire. Dr. Nightmare, my navigator, assured me that by driving down a highway instead of an interstate, we would arrive at our dreadful destination 30 minutes earlier than driving via interstate. We weren’t in a hurry, and I fondly remembered that on former trips to Weddingshire as a child, there were all sorts of cute fruit stands, souvenir shops, etc., so it seemed...
