This weekend was disappointing in three areas ( Read more... )

WOOOOHOOOOOOO!

After waiting to turn 21, then waiting for someone to go with me, I'm finally off to the Dirty Show tonight.

So friggin' exciting.

In other words: tonight I'll be at the Tangent Gallery. Come hang out with me, good times will be had.

I am at home, and I am online. Thanks to my snazzy wireless card (I know this isn't exactly new technology, but bear with me...) I can take advantage of those in my neighborhood with unbound wireless service.

It's not my fault, they're practically BEGGING for it.

Woe, my fallen hero... Margaret Cho used to be really funny. During her "I'm the One That I Want" and "Notorious CHO" phase, she was still pretty funny, but had gotten a little tedious. Her most recent DVD's, "Revolution" and "Assasin" are just BLAH...however...back when she used to be great... She made this sitcom that I loved.

Now, granted, I ( Read more... )

I suppose that as long as mental illness exists, there will be those that argue it does not. However, this just makes me want to hug a bunch of emaciated girls and then force feed them steak and ice cream.

http://www.plagueangel.org/grotto/id1.html

Zingerman's has done the impossible and made their bread clubs EVEN BETTER ( Read more... )

Sometimes the entertainment industry goes too far...

People who match techno beats to the Pretenders deserve to burn eternally...or get sucked up in the Rapture, whichever occurs first.

In other news, six pounds has managed to vacate my body in the past two weeks. Boo-yah.

It's completely entertaining when the exhausted, irrate, obnoxious, sleep-deprived woman in the check-out line, the woman with the three screaming brats, reaches into her pocket to answer her cellphone...and her ringtone is the "Sex and the City" theme.

I need to start remembering, before I get ready to go out, that dating is not worth getting nervous for.

At least this one waited until the end of the night before asking, "so...uhhh...are you into, like, flings?"

I attract such winners.

It's 2:28 a.m.

I must be up in four hours to hang out with my 'tards.

I am not sleepy, this is a problem.

FUUUUUUCK.