LOLRelationship

"Ehh. Ehhhhhhhhh. Spoon me! Ehhhhh! SPOON ME, GODDAMN IT."


(That's whining ehhh, not sexy ehhh)



(Last night I tackled Travis in the snow. Well, I tried to tackle him, so he pushed me down, and I pulled him down with me. That counts, right?)

Dunn is my Guru

"It's too cold to tip a stripper in the snow."

Irish Goodbye

I never knew there was a real name for what I've been doing for years! You could even call it my trademark move. That and drunk affection.

Look Out Mama, There's a White Boat Coming up the River

Can we use my recent unhealthy obsessions as an indicator of oncoming doom? Like a mental anxiety windsock. How about the pigeon head (JUST THE HEAD) I saw this morning on the sidewalk? Ah, ah Damien, ah ah Damien. I feel confused by life and the universe, and the way people behave, and the way things change without you really noticing, and how I've been coasting along for a while and all of a sudden things are just coming to a screeching halt around me.

Can we safely assume that an implosion/explosion is on the way? We can.

Diet Mania

Started Weight Watchers yesterday with a friend from work and realized that those meetings are just like AA, but with food issues instead. I love them. Love, love. I love all the supportive ex-fat people, and the regular fat people and I love talking about/obsessing over points. Will this be the year I stick with it?

Now I'm on the plan again, staunchly ignoring the homemade fudge a friend brought me, GODDAMN IT and choking down a baggie of dry puffins (the cereal, not the bird).

Link Love

Please note: new links on the right ------>

Boobs Radley is BACK! Twiiittttering. She's very, very funny so we'll forgive her.

I Have to Return Some Videotapes was previously delinked for blog negligence. Relinked. Enjoy.

And the loveliest website on the whole world wide web, Pretty Pony Party.

Elaine in Real Life

We got home at 2am on Saturday night and between my "smokey" eye make-up and less-frizzy-than-usual hair, I thought I was looking pretty good. Pretty, pretty, preeeetty good.

So I made Travis take some holiday pictures of me next to our tree.





"I'm preeeeeetty"



If only I didn't have to protect my anonymity and could show you the face I'm making in this picture

Look Out Mama, There's a White Boat Coming up the River

Can we use my recent unhealthy obsessions as an indicator of oncoming doom? Like a mental anxiety windsock. How about the pigeon head (JUST THE HEAD) I saw this morning on the sidewalk? Ah, ah Damien, ah ah Damien. I feel confused by life and the universe, and the way people behave, and the way things change without you really noticing, and how I've been coasting along for a while and all of a sudden things are just coming to a screeching halt around me.

Can we safely assume that an implosion/explosion is on the way? We can.

She Wants Me To Go Twice a Week

Me: Next time we can talk about my 'deep-seated childhood issues'!
(I said this using air-quotes because it comes verbatim from an email my mother recently sent me.)

My Lovely Therapist: I think that's a great idea.

Me: UGH. Why can't all that stuff just go away?

MLT: Hmmm. Well you like drinking, don't you? You could try that.

Me: It doesn't work!

MLT: Exactly.

"Literally? It Means, Like, Literally."

Even if I do mean it, I need to stop using the word in every sentence. Who do I think I am? Ira Glass?