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Monthly Archives: December 2006
People that matter.
Time Magazine has published its Person of the Year issue. Ironically, this year YOU are the person of the year. You probably didn’t get that email. It was lost in your spam filter. I am working on my acceptance speech. The issue also includes photos and essays on the “People that Mattered.” It’s a fascinating… Continue Reading
Squint.
D.’s taken to calling me “Squint”. Now the word “squint” implies wrinkles. While I am of age for wrinkles, my narcissistic mother instructed me to never, and I repeat, never ever, squint my eyebrows or wrinkle my forehead. Without the help of Botox, I have very few wrinkles on my forehead. In the interest of… Continue Reading
Blonde scoreboard.
Here’s my weekly scoreboard: 1 Free Drink 1 Piano player who thanked me specifically for coming in. 2 Treats for the Dog from the Fast Food Guy. 1 Muscle Bound guy who thought my wedding ring was “fashionable”. 5 “OH YOU LOOK GREAT”s from Female friends. 1 Leering boss (D.’s holiday party) – “I’m just… Continue Reading
Thought for the day.
America is a CONTINENT, not a country. Questions?… Continue Reading
Wallpaper.
Last night, I was telling Rocker Boy about my brain searing experience with Britney Spears’ body parts. He nodded listening to my struggles to rid my poor tortured brain of the image. We were well into a bottle of French Shiraz. “I made it my wallpaper,” he said. “On your computer?” I asked. “Ya,” he… Continue Reading
Going Blonde.
I have brownish-redish hair. When I lived in California, my brownish-redish hair had a lot of blonde highlights. Now that I live somewhere that it’s winter 7 months of the year, my hair has become more brownish, less redish with no blonde. And I have a lot of it. Gratefully, I have only about 6… Continue Reading
I couldn't resist.
The truth is that I have very little Internet self control on Mondays.? I don’t know why that is. Last Monday, I permanently seared my brain looking at parts of Britney Spears that I should never have looked at.? I couldn’t help myself.? There should be a good excuse. Saying that… I wasn’t going to… Continue Reading
He's what?
That’s what I say every single time the conversation starts. I’m hanging out with some friends and inevitably the conversation shifts to Da Boys – Rocker Boy and Pimp Boy. This particular conversation is about the Pimp Boy. “He’s so hot,” she said. “He’s what?” I reply. “Pimp boy?” Pimp boy is 6′ 5″ and… Continue Reading
Tag I'm it.
I was tagged by Angela this morning. I had planned to start a new fascinating series called “Da Boys”, but that will have to wait… Hey, you have to appease the Godess of the South of France, right? Four Jobs I’ve Had 1. UC Berkeley Housing Office Clerk 2. Photographer for the Daily Californian 3…. Continue Reading