June 2009
150 posts
Divorce: My own special stigmata →
Why I am horrible:
My high school friend got a book published. I was super happy for her— earnestly glad.
Until I saw her book on sale at Target.
Then my glad was awash with HOLYMOTHERFUCKINGSHIT-GAWDIWHISHTHATWASME-WHATTHEFUCK-WHYDON’TIEVERFINISHMYGODDAMEDBOOK-kind-of jealousy.
I wish there was a German word for how I felt.
“That’s when the whole thing really got out of hand.”
– From the sworn claims declaration of a 13-year-old plaintif in a child molestation case against Michael Jackson, AFTER the sections that talk about them sharing a bed together and “lying on top of each other with erections.” This complaint settled out of court, so there’s no legal-system way to know...
i just pissed myself laughing... i have the best...
(via angelablack)
Just wait until you have children. The urination never stops!!
…I mean it never stops. Forget about enjoying bounce houses, like, ever.
I hate the term butt-hurt.
This is maybe, perhaps, the funniest string I have ever read in the history of ever.
weselec:
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(via weselec)
Sounds like somebody’s got himself a nasty li’l case of snatch ache.
It’s chronic hairintheurethritis. It’s a medical condition. I would appreciate just a smidge of sensitivity, you...
Ok, I get it.
We’re all going to pretend the whole pedophilia thing never happened.
In that case, I guess I feel better about starting to like his music again.
Seth Rogan's laugh
makes me happy.
“The first time I saw the man who would save the world he was sitting near the...”
– Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal (An earlier post reminded me of this terrific novel, one that helped me break with an oppressive traditional view of Jesus imposed on me by Southern evangelicals and started me on the road to the agnosticism I profess...
Okay HOW
can all you women look so cute with the mud masks on? Seriously?!
Here's what I want to know. From ALL of you.
Hey invisible friends… I watch my young, idealistic teenagers and I reflect on who I wanted to be when I was their age. It happens in your late 30s. Maybe more so as 40 is creeping up to my doorstep.
Which makes me want to know— and I ask all of you:
Who/what did you want to be at age 17?
Did you want to go to college, and did you?
Is the now you even close to being who the...
Half Dome
I wrote about our hike of a couple weeks ago— Saturday was not a good day to attempt a climb.
LA Times coverage: Check out the wall. Hiker dies after fall off Half Dome.
Today
This is where my husband is climbing— Mt. Whitney. He’s done it before, but post-holed the whole way.
http://www.whitneyportalstore.com/
Looking a little socked in at the top.
Actually...
marleymarley:
I’m EXACTLY the same way. Except for the desire for pork - that’s the one thing I truly don’t crave. My friend started calling me a ‘flexitarian’, and I’ve learned to just embrace it. I’ve got enough guilt about eating meat to satisfy all the Jewish mothers in the universe, and I try to give myself a break - at least I make an effort, you know? I’ll eat chicken only because I don’t...
His side...
…of the bed is empty. He is up on a mountain, having carried 58 pounds of necessities on his back. That’s heavier than our 6-year-old.
It snowed there yesterday. Chances of overnight snow tonight. And another storm is blowing in on Tuesday— summit day.
He is no doubt shivering in 20-something degree weather, hunkered down in his down bag, wearing many layers and a beanie or...
Actually...
… I was a vegetarian for about 5 years, vegan for 3 of those, but I did a terrible job making sure I got necessary amounts of iron and B12 and really any other vitamin besides nicotine and alcohol, that when I got pregnant, I reversed course: No nicotine, no alcohol, no caffiene, and I craved meat like a (enter crass meat-craving double entendre here). So ended my highly-political reasons...
