Things I believe. Things I don’t believe.

I believe... ...that most people are good. ...that sushi is overrated. ...that most people are telling the truth. ...that the sun is better for you than they currently think it is. ...that almost nothing is absolute. The stuff I was convinced I knew when I was 25 has pretty much all turned out to be, … Continue reading Things I believe. Things I don’t believe.

The thing is, the line, “That bootie talkin’ to me” is never part of my lexicon.

I hate to think of myself as someone who has only white, college-educated friends (the same as me), but mostly I have white, college-educated friends. I guess that happens, right? You end up making friends mostly with people of the same background. Still. Hate. Say, June, how 'bout you be vanilla? The point is, back … Continue reading The thing is, the line, “That bootie talkin’ to me” is never part of my lexicon.

The one where June gets kind of sad without Ned.

I guess I'm up. I slept terribly. I was kind of afraid this would happen: I was fine all week without Ned, because, I guess, we do have weeknights where we don't see each other. Four weeknights in a row? Okay, not so much, but still, with the workweek and the dog-walking and the back-to-back … Continue reading The one where June gets kind of sad without Ned.

I think this week’s been freaky enough

so I'm not Freaky Friday-ing today, if that's okay with everyone. I've barely gotten a chance to talk to you. Dang. As I mentioned in some other what-I'm-certain-was-annoying post, Ned has been gone all week. He was in Las Vegas, and I guess we're supposed to feel sorry for him, but there's something about the … Continue reading I think this week’s been freaky enough

Hawk Look. Or, Teeth of the Hydra Upon You.

It is Wednesday evening and I am finally trusting Typepad enough to tell you the rest of my Easter weekend, and there I go being insensitive to other religions again. I didn't even CELEBRATE Easter, so I don't know why I keep calling it that, other than I got Good Friday off, which by the … Continue reading Hawk Look. Or, Teeth of the Hydra Upon You.

In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo

This site's gonna be the death of me. Typepad is STILL having problems and this thing comes and goes constantly. When I went to log in today, I got the big warning you get sometimes about how I was logging in to an unsafe site. I've been logging in to this site since 2006! Now … Continue reading In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo

When I said I was broke, I meant me, not my blog. Yeesch.

I do not trust that this will even work; Typepad's been broken for days, and one thing that was fun was watching people yell at Typepad on Facebook. "MY BLOG IS CRUCIAL TO THE SURVIVAL OF THE SPECIES!!!" Anyway. I'll yammer on at you and will be talking to myself, kind of like when I … Continue reading When I said I was broke, I meant me, not my blog. Yeesch.

The one where you wish June weren’t quite so well-rested

Last night? I shut the dogs out and slept alone. I am a terrible dog mother. I might be the worst dog mother since that awful woman starved that Pit Bull and left him in the laundry chute (oh, he's fine now. Calm down). (That woman got arrested and spent some time in jail, but … Continue reading The one where you wish June weren’t quite so well-rested

Take a letter, Maria. The letter “F.” For Freaky Friday.

Guess what I still don't have. I STILL don't have permission to tell Hulk's story. Oh my god I am the worst. I will tell it as soon a I can. In the meantime, Marty Martin and his girlfriend Kayeeee and Ned and I went to a Scrabble tournament, as you do. I know you're … Continue reading Take a letter, Maria. The letter “F.” For Freaky Friday.

The part where you’re irked that you tuuuuuuned in today

Due to the small detail where I have to ask someone permission to tell the latest hard-hitting news about Hulk's sex life, and due to the part where I did not get ahold of said person in order to GET said permission, I am unable to tell you today about Hulk's riveting sex life. So … Continue reading The part where you’re irked that you tuuuuuuned in today

Running late

because I was Ned-ing. I will write when I come home for lunch. In the meantime, if you haven't read yesterday's comments, I highly suggest you do, but get ready to be spun in 40 directions. Also be ready for absolutely filthy talk about Mr. Clean and poor Duncan Hines.