I’ve been in my fictional worlds lately. It’s time to pop my head out and say something from the laundry room, but I need the help of a random word. Let’s see… Today’s post is brought to you by the letters L, A, U, G, and H. A laugh shows a person unlike anything else, except…
“Maybe you should smoke a little pot,” said the wonderful woman solely responsible for my cute haircut. I arrived at my appointment whirling around as usual, she washed my hair as I rambled. After I took a break from speaking and a deep breath, that was her advice. Clearly I’m giving off a pent up…
The British Museum is following me on Twitter. I realize this is of little importance to most people. They do follow 38,600 tweeters, so I understand the lack of enthusiasm. For me though, this is sort of like, oh I don’t know, Queen Elizabeth, the first one, showing up at my door and telling me she,…
I used to wear overalls. I don’t anymore. I can’t figure out if I stopped wearing them because they became off trend, or if I just decided they were no longer a good look for me. Also, why don’t I roll my jeans anymore? Is that because no one else is doing it anymore, so I…
I’ve never been a very good fan. I have a hard time wearing things on my T-shirts. I’m not a big chanter, screamer, “Oh my God…” type of person. I do, however, love music and there have been two times in my life that I have slept on a sidewalk for concert tickets. Once in junior…
Summer sucks for white girls. Maybe not all white girls, but for this white girl Summer is a reminder that I don’t belong at the lake tubing or some beach volleyball game. Maybe I have a few unresolved issues from high school, but I’m never going to be tan, cocoa oiled, and I’m tired of…
A couple of months ago, Barb, aka Book Club Mom, interviewed me and asked about my experience finding an agent. At the time of the interview I had not yet looked for an agent. I have spent the past few weeks in that process and I feel a metaphor coming on. Finding an agent is…
I’m having a really hard time with nonsense lately. I used to be better at it. I could listen to nonsense, talk nonsense and just move around pretending to give a crap, but now I find myself making faces. Sometimes I roll my eyes. The eyes always give it away. I should probably just wear sunglasses all…
Never has choosing a pair of pants seemed so important. The trek to Machu Picchu is now three weeks away and I have read everything I possibly can on packing tips and the like. Some say travel pants, some say workout pants, others swear by those ones that zip into shorts. I’m literally sweating about…