Extra-spooky Freaky Friday because it’s Easter. Or something.

Boo! Are you horrified? Do I do that every year? I think I do. The point is, it's St. Patrick's Day and we're all getting ready to cut turkey with our families and spin a dreidel. Speaking of which... I guess Jewish kids were sick of getting the shaft, AGAIN, when it comes to their … Continue reading Extra-spooky Freaky Friday because it’s Easter. Or something.

Stabbing and raping pumpkins is a really weird tradition, if you mull it over any

For breakfast, I'm having Ned's pumpkin flax granola with plain yogurt. Who the hell have I become? Speaking of pumpkins and Ned, yesterday we schlepped out after work and be-pumpkined ourselves. "Go pose by the scarecrow," I said to Ned, and really, he should take that to a comedy club. We each got a big … Continue reading Stabbing and raping pumpkins is a really weird tradition, if you mull it over any

Political June. Speaking of which, if Kay Hagan bugs me one more time I’m voting for that Republican.

I'm in the "office," aka my girl room, and I just heard Ned get out of the shower. I know all you pervs who can't get off Ned want that detail, so there it is. Actually, now I'M thinking of Ned just getting out of the shower. Twitterpated. I'm still hunched over a laptop, because … Continue reading Political June. Speaking of which, if Kay Hagan bugs me one more time I’m voting for that Republican.

June blogs from her laptop. Not literally. My thighs don’t have a keyboard embedded.

What's sad is I can't actually see from my head to my lap, so for all I know I'm typing "puppies are assholes" right now. "Grandmas suck." So, last night Ned saved my life, which was considerate of him. For the last year or so, my throat feels close-uppy, and I keep thinking it's just … Continue reading June blogs from her laptop. Not literally. My thighs don’t have a keyboard embedded.

Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.

Poochie and I were looking at the local animal shelter's Facebook page, because for us that's porn. This particular Facebook page has, like, professional head shots of all the dogs and cats, and we were window shopping, as it were, because one thing either of us needs is more pets. Although technically, Poochie has just … Continue reading Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.

The one where June gets right to the point

If you had the world's cutest roommate, you wouldn't blog, either. Besides, it was an adventure-packed weekend, although not in an Indiana Jones kind of a way. On Friday, after outrunning a large boulder, I joined about 17 of the Alexes at a happy hour after work. I guess the part where I said it … Continue reading The one where June gets right to the point

I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you. And your minty rope.

I found two CDs with my initials on them, and seeing as I haven't released a CD in ages, and should really get on that live album, I was intrigued. It was a whole mess of pictures from five or six years ago, that were on my old computer, the one I punched. Marvin must … Continue reading I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you. And your minty rope.