This morning, I left for work, and I was looking snappy. I may or may not have forced Ned and some other friends to watch The Way We Were last night, and Barbra Streisand's red-and-black outfit inspired me. So today I slapped on my black-and-white peplum top that kind of looks like I'm wearing a … Continue reading I interrupt this break to tell you the following crucial story. No, I’m not done breaking. Breaking is lovely, in fact.
Thanks, everyone, for your concern about Ned. I'm glad everyone likes him as much as I do. Okay, maybe you don't like him as much as I do, but thanks for caring about him. He is a good egg. I have another Purple Clover post up, this time about God and Julie Andrews, as you … Continue reading Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo (Sadly, this is not the first time I have titled a post that)
I have been being such a phony baloney on this site the past few days. I feel like somehow people knew, too, because the comments were few and far between. I think if I can't say what's going on, I write a sucky-ass post. That is the official highfalutin' writer's term for it: Sucky-ass Post-ishness. … Continue reading In which June gets dramatic for a change
Last night, I got up with my pal Aziza. She really wasn't about to punch herself. I think she was taking off her purse. I got her the minute she came in. I am annoying. Every time I've ever shown you Aziza, you say, "Oh, she's pretty. Who's that?" Yeah. She's pretty cause she's a … Continue reading Frosty Lustre June
I broke down and got a pedicure last night. I'd been putting it off because I was trying to be thrifty, but things were getting so bad down there I said to Ned, "I'm not even attracted to me anymore, so bad are my nails. I don't know how you can be." I also got … Continue reading Jun E!
Apparently everyone likes talking about cereal. I haven't looked at my actual blog to see how many comments I got yesterday, but based on the rapidity of my email yesterday, it feels like it was more than 100. And now I want cereal. Anyway, I have to get to work, and so I will share … Continue reading Charlotte’s website (and small plates). (I make less and less sense as time goes on.)
I have the hiccups, which is a delightful feeling that I hope lasts all day. Once I was at a party and got those really painful hiccups, and this woman--who let's just say made the rockin' world go round--had me lean over the kitchen island as she lay across me with all her might. My … Continue reading Big Fat Fattie asks you about cereal
I am worky, in case you didn't know. I did, however, manage to go to Ned's last night, because, you know, he's Ned. The point is, I finally, FINALLY captured his cat walking around with a bag on her fool head. Even before I MET Ned, he'd told me his cat enjoyed bags on her … Continue reading The elusive bag video
Yesterday, I ended up talking to not one but two of Ned's old girlfriends on Facebook--one of them even friended me. The other one said she could see how happy Ned was via the six hundred thousand pictures of Ned I've put on Facebook, and lemme tell you something. When you have All This, what … Continue reading All This
I turned in that statistics book...and got another book. This one is due in a week. So I will be working 80 hours this week. Guess what I do not have time for. GUESS! But here. My hair video. Made at Costco in Seattle in 1992. I will talk to you later. The first person … Continue reading Hair. A look into your future.
Enjoy this veedeo of Ned calling me a dick. Turn it up, because hey, iPhone, good recording quality. (Could I be more entitled? Hey, phone, record video of my boyfriend calling me a dick, and also record it FROM WAY ACROSS THE ROOM!)
Would you like to know what I hate about myself? Other than most things? Is that I realized today is my cousin Katie's birthday. Yes, Katie of "Aunt Katie, are you a lesbian?" fame. I knew her birthday was arriving, but I have been managing to live for a week on $3.98 in my checking … Continue reading Happy bday, lesbian
In case anyone is worried sick, I'm on page 198 of that statistics book. Only 102 more pages left! Oh, and could someone stab me in the head? Thanks. However, I have returned to address more of your "Here's what you should blog about, June" comments from the other day, probably 70 statistics pages ago. … Continue reading June tells you about bad dates and marrying her friend Tank
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I just perused your comments from the other day, when I said, "I'm so worky. Whatdaya want me to blog about?" Why in heaven's name did I think that'd save me any time? Now I've sat here like an idiot for the last half-hour, and written down your requests and thought about all the shit … Continue reading The one after the one where June stupidly asks what she should blog about
Let me tell you what life is like when I'm doing one of these statistics textbooks. I get up in the morning and try to get a little of it done before work. Then I work at my actual job, and at lunch I come home and work on my statistics book. After work? I … Continue reading Blue song
Let me tell you something. This trying to work a regular job and proofread a statistics book in the meantime AND go to every movie at the old movie theater this month is like to kill me. Last night we saw Dirty Dancing. We all burst into applause when he said it. I LOVE IT … Continue reading Nobody puts June in a corner
Thanks for the recipes, everyone! I'm going to try to get some freelance work done before I go to work work, and my life is fun. Enclosed please find the video of the first weekend Marvin came to Seattle. In case you didn't know, Marvin and I dated in college and broke up for 10 … Continue reading June shows you a video from 1996. No, she’s not naked, ya perv.
The grill broke completely, we had to get more blue corn chips because I ate them all in between Saturday and Sunday nights' dinners, and the recipe I downloaded for raspberry balsamic vinegar was great if you like dressing that makes you suck in your lips like a kewpie doll. But we roasted the chicken … Continue reading Dinner, night deux
So, get all four pair of glasses, then, because they're all working for me. Was that the general consensus? I tried to leave a comment last night saying, OKAY! I GET IT! STOP! I WON'T GET THE GLASSES! But of course it went to spam. Because I love Typepad. Is what I do. Actually, what … Continue reading Simple-storyteller June