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PROMPTuesday #62: Whose Line is it Anyway?
I got the below line from somewhere and can’t recall from where. Can you imagine a greater treason if you’re a writer? Still, it’s a great prompt starter and I can’t resist, even if I’m unable to give the original author credit. So please, write a story using the line “Flying through the streets…Continue Reading
Shut Up, Literati Realist
I get annoyed by articles like this. Not because there’s not a kernel of truth in them, but because the author is so in freaking love with her brain, she’s erased the heart. Also, just because this is your experience, don’t extrapolate general truisms for the rest of us. p.s. Still pissy.
I Love Make-Up Roundups
Sometimes, I get all sweaty from articles like this. This excitement dates back to my days of a soon-to-be-high-schooler when I would pore over Seventeen Magazine and plan my knickers-and-clogs back to school outfits.
Let’s Get Happy
My friend, Brian Papa, just developed this new website called CheerUpNation, and I have a feeling it’s going to be the daily pick-me-up I need. I think you’ll like it too. (Wait. Do you like cute kids and positive messages? That’s a pre-req.) If so, check it out and say hello! (Brian’s personal blog…Continue Reading
Poo Ethers Be Gone!
So, moving sucks. And I haven’t even done anything yet. But just thinking about it stinks. Speaking of, I can’t get over the fact that I’m moving into someone else’s space that has (1) Their hair in the drains (2) Their poo ethers in the toilet (3) Their skin cells in the carpet.…Continue Reading
I’ve Said It Before and I’ll Say it Again
Why haven’t bathing suit designers realized that if they’d only lobby against the sale and manufacture of florescent lighting, they’d sell a hell of a lot more bathing suits? There should be lobbyists on Capitol Hill. Yea, I see it now: shade-walking flabby 30-somethings, sweaters tied around their waists, who never use public restrooms.…Continue Reading
Summer Reading List
I’m drooling over here.
Last Night, And I Can’t Write Anymore
Saturday night was a total fluke, because originally I was to join Jenn at FOUND, but The Rock cast his Father’s Day vote to listen to some music and spend some couples time (poetic license on that last part), and so off we went to a complete dive lounge in horse country where his cousin…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #61: Imagine That
I’m scared to fly. Best of all and super exciting is that I get to do it next month for my brother’s wedding. In New York. (Can’t you people get married where there’s easier ground transportation? And in a city of closer proximity not necessitating air travel?) For God’s sake. At any rate,…Continue Reading
Note to Dirty Self
If you are asked to showcase your cheap, used thriftwear on another website, shower first. That’s all I got.
Just Do It For Him
How come you people never tell me to just shut up? Why do I need to go to my dad for that service? Because when I called him yesterday, all crestfallen and lame about moving to the suburbs, you know what he said? He said I was a Drama Queen. A Drama Queen!…Continue Reading
