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Side Stuff – Guest Blogs About Things I Really Regret That Could Possibly Also Get Me In Trouble.

Posted in Uncategorized on August 20, 2008 | 4 Comments »

Sometimes, you just need to get something off your chest. You need to say to a large group of people who you’ve never met, ‘Hey… I fucked up. I’m sorry.’ And then maybe make a sad face with a colon and a frownie bracket.
So that’s what I did: Weird Girls 2, my guest post over [...]

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Follow-up to #22 – The New Clue Is Like The Old Clue, But For Soft, Gay Babies.

Posted in Uncategorized on August 12, 2008 | 1 Comment »

They have revamped the board game Clue.
I am actually going to go ahead and ask, ‘Why?’. I was pretty sure Clue was the way Clue was because they were paying homage to while also lovingly mocking by-gone pulp fiction mystery novels and etc.
Well, but then again, I was the child whose parents bought her a [...]

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#27 – Michael Dukakis.

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on August 8, 2008 | 4 Comments »

I was a really fucking weird child. I know, News You Couldn’t Already Guess. Before the 1988 presidential election (US), when I was 7 (pushing 8), I was so insanely pro Michael Dukakis, I spent HOURS telling my father he had to vote for him. I also drew pictures of George Bush, Sr. (then, just [...]

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Things EVERYONE Loves Thursday, #6.

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on August 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »

It’s 743 in the morning.
In the morning.
I don’t know why I’m awake right now, but I hope it shows all of you how much I completely adore you. Not only is it too early in the morning, but I also stayed out late drinking and playing Rock Band at Pat O’Brien’s, and I actually [...]

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#26 – Not Having A Credit Card, Or, How I Stopped Worrying And Learned To Love Keeping My Money In A Mason Jar Under My Bed.

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 6, 2008 | 3 Comments »

It’s Christmastime, 1999.
Wait, sorry, that sounds like the beginning of a horrible poem. I meant to say-
It was the season of Christ’s noble birth, in the year one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.
Don’t let anyone ever tell you this blog isn’t classy.
Anyway, I was 18. I worked at a video store (surprise!). I got the [...]

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#25 – Being Stranded On The Side Of A Major Highway Because My Greyhound Bus Broke Down.

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 4, 2008 | 1 Comment »

It started the way all bus rides start- I was a blissful, pre-pass-out drunk, listening to sweet jamz on my ipod, and I didn’t want to fucking be there.
Oh, and I had to pee, but not enough to really make the experience (‘experience’) of using the bus’s bathroom worthwhile. Because there really isn’t anything to [...]

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