I have two external hard drives. On one, there is basically a history of my time since I began using the internet, continuing until I got divorced. On the other is my history since then. The first one is substantially more full, but only because there’s much more music on it, and so much less [...]
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HEAR YE, HEAR YE: Another piece of neologism straight from my mind and into your vocabulary! (See: “Wasband.”) “Boobaliciousness” – A word describing the state of being in which one is either in possession of a very large pair of boobs, or a spectacular (no matter the size) pair of boobs. A nominalization of the [...] I’m very excited about this shirt. My right boob is trying to escape its confines. I got this sucker from Bass Pro on the clearance rack with a gift card left over from Christmas. Fuck, yeah! These G’s are covered. I’m going to redneck up the shirt a little more (I actually tied it [...] [updated: Due to formatting issues, there are periods separating paragraphs. Something happened when I copied text from their blog to screw the formatting, and I don't have time to fix it, so revel in my jerry-rigging for the time being.] During my gun-blogging hiatus (basically, the past two years), I didn’t pay much attention to [...] In a bid to feel better all around, I began taking my multivitamins regularly several weeks ago, at night, with the rest of my medication. I figured that if I could remember my temazepam and ibuprofen and olive leaf extract (etc), I could remember a damned vitamin, and chances are good I’m probably anemic because [...] …or not. I was talking to a male friend on Facebook via messages about our respective profile photos (at the time, both of ours were from when we were 13, and we’re about the same age, so we compared awkward moments in dating at the time, etc.), and somehow we got on the subject of [...] Do you see the person in the blue shirt, grinding with all her might? You know, the redhead? Yeah…that would be me, age 23, at basically the only college party I ever attended. The gal holding my waist, and the gal in the rainbow-striped shirt, are both from Ireland, and were visiting through the…get [...] I posted this on Facebook last night: TMI ALERT: So now that the antibiotics and anti-fungals are out of the picture, my armpits have developed a life of their own. I shower, using hibiclens, and an hour later they smell like spicy, pungent, poisonous death. WTF? Am I now the home to some new biological [...] There’s a restaurant called The Pancake Shop here in Memphis, and since I’ve never been, Forrest decided to take me there for a late supper tonight. As an aside, OMG YUM. Forrest and I were sitting in the far left corner of the restaurant (if you were to view the front from outside), against the [...] My husband is a 4th-grade teacher. He’s good at his job, he enjoys it, and he comes home every single day with a funny story (i.e. “Kids Say the Darnedest Things!”). He told me this one last night, and I realized that I just had to share. _____ On Monday, just before lunch, JB was [...] |
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