You know what Justin Bieber means to me? Fucking Jurassic Park. Here’s where I’m coming from: I remember when MTV showed music videos. Well, not exactly. I remember as a kid not really being able to watch video on MTV. My parents weren’t really strict and I don’t actually remember if there ...
. Read More →How do you write about waking up, going to work, and culminating your fantastically mundane existence by coming home and engaging in some hot-and-heavy online Gin Rummy action with a freakishly high number of older, divorced creeps asking if I'm happy in my marriage. Of course, I told them I ...
. Read More →I kind of love Halloween. Not sure why or when it happened. I honestly don’t even remember dressing up more than a handful of times to go trick or treating when I was growing up. There were probably more because, frankly, my spoiled-brat ass was likely decked out as a ...
. Read More →Two years. I’ve been married for two years. Well, in all fairness, it’s actually two years four days because I’ve been too busy ON VACATION YO to have any serious blog time. My emotions have prettymuch been up in the air so much lately I’m surprised I’m remembering my own ...
. Read More →Today I read a bit of upsetting news: Once reinstated in June, the international adoption program in Guatemala will be limited from what used to be thousands of adoptions per year (surpassing China, the current No. 1) to a measly 100-200, mostly older children and those with special needs. This was one of the countries, ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
