I love writing about my life every day. I sort of saw it as talking to friends. But after the relentlessly cruel comments yesterday, I see that people hate read. I see that not everyone is on my side. I guess I knew it, but it didn't really register, you know? That makes it not … Continue reading Bye-bye, Pie!
Yesterday after work I schlepped out to the country, and let's talk about how much I want to move to the country. I just love it there, even though I spend much of my time there thinking about snakes and ticks. Do you ever just go somewhere and find yourself happier? That's me in the … Continue reading June visits a perfect puppy. Conundrums.
"Hey, June, can you proofread a deck by 2:00? It's 80 pages." A deck is a presentation, usually a PowerPoint one, and there's another of those two words squished into one with a capital letter in the middle that I like SoMuch. And I don't know where you're from, I don't know what kinda people … Continue reading Yore what, I’ll never know.
I have to be brief today, as opposed to boxers, as I need to take my car in to get the brakes looked at and COME ON, GOD. I've been freelancing for awhile now, and every time I get any money together lately, I've had a big expense. The freelancing was supposed to cover credit … Continue reading Coffee. Brakes.
I forgot to tell you something. On Friday, the huge gruff dishwasher repairman came over, because I need more expenses, and while he was in there doing his bidness, I said, "I'll leave you alone. I'll be in the living room should you need me." Awhile later, he came in, bemused. "That gray cat is … Continue reading P.S.
I knew I was going to a party yesterday afternoon, so I planned my ensemble in my mind so that I could do my freelance work in peace. I showered, did my hair, put on my kabuki makeup and went to my room to put on my NEW FAVORITE black shirt and pink capris pants, … Continue reading Try to guess the swear word I use when I hit Publish then realize I’ve not added a title.
"So. There you go," texted Ned ("text" Ned), as he sent me the image above. For all the complaining I do about people saying "text" as a past-tense form of, you know, "text," I still hear it all the time. I also love that people write to me, "I read you everyday!" Well, you just … Continue reading Sort of a complainy post. (“What??”)
First of all, stupid Firefox (or, as cute Faithful Reader Tee once called it, Foxfire) updated and now I can't get on WordPress. Have I mentioned how much I hate products that capitalize words in the middle of their name? FuckOff. EatShit. StopIt. But really, Foxfire is all, "BLOCKED! THIS IS AN UNSAFE SITE." Oh … Continue reading June gets outsmarted by a cat. Again.
Today, I was supposed to go to work having fasted, and have blood drawn for our health insurance thing at work. Then 40 minutes later, I was supposed to go to my new doctor and have even more blood drawn for my initial visit with him in a week, unless of course he dies or … Continue reading Chocolate > labs
Dear Faithful Reader Paula: You know that feeling you get when you wake up during the workweek, all on your own without the aid of your alarm, and you feel rested and you know OH FUCK, something is very wrong? That was me half an hour ago, the alarm mysteriously set for 8:00. EIGHT. Why … Continue reading Pierce and Honeycutt
I am outside in my pajamas and a raincoat. You would not believe this day already. Last night I went to the grocery store and got a whole bunch of ground turkey meat and a whole bunch of stuff to make blueberry flax muffins. I spent more than an hour making the turkey into individual … Continue reading And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
In a lifetime of ridiculous days, yesterday was among the ridiculousest. Oh, did I have a migraine. Good gravy. Woke up with it, which is the worst; often there's nothing you can do about those because they've been raging for awhile and drugs won't work. Not that I didn't try drugs, but guess what. I … Continue reading Howard’s Head
I have an exciting fact for you. The Dragonfly Inn from The Gilmore Girls... ...is the Waltons' house. Taaa DAAAAA! June's blog. Come for the cooking and geometry tips. Stay for the TV trivia. Website. Shit. Not blog. Son of a... You know, it wouldn't have killed Olivia Walton to put in a flower box … Continue reading In which June insinuates that she had a night of passion with her dog.
Do you know what I hate? The don't-be-so-hard-on-yourself-when-you're-trying-to-insult-yourself guy. And by "guy" I mean anyone. Look, or even looky here, as my eighth-grade algebra teacher used to say (and there's a job. Hey, this year you're gonna teach June algebra! Good luck and here's your methadone prescription), none of us are 100% happy with ourselves, … Continue reading The laughs make up for the marsupial pouch