I've decided that, overlooking my lack of guitar skills, I'm basically a Rock Star.

+ I have big hair that strangers love.
+ I am loud.
+ I have a glittering personality.
+ I have groupies.
+ I could probably snort coke like a champion if the need arose.
+ I'm mentally unstable.

A lady from some online women's magazine wrote an article about...ready for this ( Read more... )

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Yesterday, or maybe it was Friday, I experienced one hell of an epiphany. I've always watched J play MTG, read his cards, etc. I get it. It is not a difficult game. A monkey could play. However, for five years, I've been denying that I know how to play because something made me uneasy which I didn't quite understand until a day or so ago ( Read more... )

Today I told the girly-doctor at RSHC that I do not desire children for at least ten years, or perhaps ever, and therefore wanted an IUD. She didn't give me a hard time at all! I got a referred out to someone who can do the insertion, but she told me to prepare my powers of persuasion because they'll be hard pressed to give one to a woman with no ( Read more... )

Freshman year I took a class on Southern Values and Society, for which I read the dazzling Confederates In The Attic. The book details the travels of a journalist through the deep south in 1995, and all the...well...Confederate-ism and tension he finds in attics (and other places), from hardcore re-enactors to civil-rights leaders to a granny KKK ( Read more... )

I like reading the ASMS LJ group, 12plus1. It's nice to get some updates on what's going on, nice to hear about people, etc ( Read more... )

That was the headline on a website I was browsing for jewelry.

Yes, website-picturing-a-belt-with-a-duck-buckle, I am looking for something awesome. I have handgun hair clips and handcuff earrings, and I've found some brass knuckle barettes, but I do need more. Much more. ( Duck belt more. )

...and you will actually be successful, and history will not see you become Her Empress the Grand Cooch of the DurrDurrs.

( The Irish are ReeTees, or Why I'll Rule this Bitch )

Whaddya do when you find out your spouse got out of absences by sending pity emails about how he had "a sick child"? Cause you know whatthefuck, I've been wrestling with that particular alligator for like two months. I'm just drunk enough now to say something out goddamn loud. MURRRRRRUGHGHGHNGNNNNNGHGHG! Of course I'm dealing with worse lies, this ( Read more... )