You Can, In Fact, Get Hit On While Wearing Crocs

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

So I’ll be wearing them more often. SORRY, EVERYONE WITH TASTE. You can’t see the Crocs in this picture and that’s a damn shame. But we clean up nice, right? Even if my sequin quotient is entirely insufficient. This weekend was all epic, all the time. From buying bunny tails to muppet photo bombing to [...]

Filing Official Request For More Dancing Everywhere

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

My brother thinks I use too many big words. Probably because I was calling him petulant at the time. He was then reminded that petulant is a mere three syllables, and perhaps his protestation was a bit…petulant. Then he made many libelous assertions about my character and we merrily mocked one another until asked to [...]

Five Years

Friday, August 13th, 2010

Lately, I’ve been resisting this blog with such tremulous might and stubborn force of will that you’d assume it was a standardized test that I, in my dewy naivete, assumed would determine the course of my entire life. Huh. Perhaps I’ve managed to convince myself it has. The Algorithm of CRAZY 1. I’m a writer. [...]

Today Will Henceforth Be Known As “That Time I Danced With Brittany From Glee”

Monday, June 21st, 2010

My deep and abiding love for Glee is no secret. This love has grown exponentially as beloved characters develop and even Sue digs deep in her brittle rib cage for a feebly-beating heart. Also: I got to dance with Brittany. For those of you don’t watch (and if you don’t, WHY NOT?), Brittany is the blonde [...]

I Went To Disneyworld and Made an Ass of Myself

Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

Why, yes. I would like to wear an enormous hot pink sombrero with my plastic Mickey Mouse rain poncho and have my picture taken. BECAUSE THE INTERNET NEEDS TO SEE THIS. Last year, I went to a personal development type thing in Las Vegas. In one exercise, we were given servants and told to keep [...]

Believe That What You Are Is Enough

Friday, April 23rd, 2010

For all the effort I put into not being a complete jackass to myself, every day finds me dissatisfied with something – whether it’s the ratio between amount of time spent working to amount of time spent staring blankly at a crack in the wall, or the way I look in jeans this week. (Hello, [...]

Dancing Is My Marathon

Friday, February 26th, 2010

I danced from the age of 13 all the way through college. I picked it up again at 24 and danced until I was 28. I performed. You could even say professionally, if you want to classify “they occasionally gave me money” as professional. Minus objective judgment and the ability to step outside my body [...]

Social Enculturation As It Applies To Women and Anger Is a Real Bitch

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010

People who know me would probably say that I’m a gentle sort – quiet, kind, prone to looking for the best in situations. But lately there are bright flashes of anger that spike out of me, manifesting in odd, deeply self-effacing comments that are a little too harsh for your average social situation and don’t [...]

Electronic Equivalent of Cleaning the Shower Drain. You’re Welcome.

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

If you’ve been blogging for awhile and your organizational system resembles mine, you know the horrifying detritus that collects in the drafts folder. Mustering the courage to dive into the wormhole means wading through bits and pieces of your life, previously forgotten or deemed unsuitable for public consumption. Do you hit the delete key with [...]

With a Touch of Ballyhoo

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

One of my greatest joys in life used to be cranking up my stereo to the level known as Makes Dogs Howl In Six Counties, and dancing around the house like a loon. In fact, when I was about 16, I put a hefty scar on my left hand by jumping onto my mom’s bed, [...]