Posts Tagged ‘postaday2011’
in which i am a petulant teenager
I hate my ill-fitting, matchy-matchy outfit. The shorts. though completely adorable (thanks, Violet!) are too big and keep going down, down — making me grateful that I’m working alone today, as there are ample crackage moments when I stand, sit, or walk. Or think. The tee-shirt matches too well with the shorts and I am…
Read Moredomination of the greater LA area
When last I reported, our trivia team, Team Breakfast Club, was doing a decent job, and we were slowly climbing the ranks. I remarked that perhaps the addition of the Boyfriend may aide our supersissy lack of sports knowledge. Indeed, I asked Lamar several weeks ago to join a game and see how it went.…
Read Morenuptial nudnickery
Guess what?? Oh, I kid. I’m sure this joke went over on my blog readers as well as it did on my Facebook friends. I thought it was hilarious at the moment. ANYways, this is my boyfriend Lamar, aka The Boyfriend, The Boyf, The Manfriend. He’s pleased to meet you. I was his arm candy…
Read Morethis is judy a soil blood poesy
Becky: for pete’s sake, iphone, why in the world would you autocorrect “okeedokee” into “pleadings”?? Sarah: I gotta get one of those iPhones Katherine: I can’t right the word “just” without it correcting it to “Judy”. And I can’t write “Judy” without it becoming “just”. So I’m Judy going to have switch those two words…
Read Morekites are fun
[direct link] I’m not sure I can post anything that would be summery funtime cheezier than this! Thanks to my friends Violet and to Andrea R for reminding me of this hardcore-happy ditty. I like flying Flying kites, flying kites, flying kites Kites are fun, kites are fun, kites are fun See my kite, it’s…
Read Morelittle known talent
Hume Lake (where I was recently) is chock full of fool’s gold. The sand is like an organic glitter snowglobe. Pictures can’t capture the glitter-i-ness. Trust me. Sparkly. I know how to pan for gold. Probably every person who grew up in Arizona did; there was (and is) an olde-towne-y frontier fakeland amusement center called…
Read Moregive the drummer some
I love drummers, have been known to date them, and haven’t even begun to scratch here my unhealthy obsession with Keith Moon. So I’m watching C**ksucker Blues on YouTube, which is horrible and not worth it, save for certain concert footage, some shots of Bianca Jagger pouting, and glimpses of Charlie Watts looking so foxy…
Read Morecramming summer into the nooks
Whew. What a weird summer. High highs, low lows. Fun and tedium. Horrible sad, ecstatic happiness. You get the picture. Defying my respiratory maladies, I headed up to Petaluma to properly celebrate my darling friend Tristy and the date of her birth. It was a quick trip, made even more brief by some sudden serious…
Read Moreschool’s…in…for…summer!
The old demolished Oxnard High School, 2008 I always felt insanely resentful of “Back to School” sale alerts in the middle of the summer when I was a kid. It was like this stifling wet blanket brought down upon the previously fun proceedings. I don’t know about you, but school was pure hell about 90%…
Read Moretech in the most unlikely places
The company from which I entrust my clothing for dry cleaning is remarkably forward-thinking in its approach towards marketing and technology. I found them through a Groupon promotion. They send me regular, but not annoying-often, emails and postcards with decent discounts. They offer free pickup and delivery, and one can access one’s account through their…
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