After having done some "retooling" (I wish I could insert an appropriate Tim Allen joke here, but thinking of him gives me nervous gas), I've - again - changed the address of my new blog.

Follow me here:

Fast Hugs

(Yay!)

Look at me, back in the game!

Actually, I am back in the game ("the game" being blogging), but only after having figured out how to do so on my own "personal internet," if you will.

And you will.

Friends, please visit Honey I Punched The Baby. It's in its infancy, so please excuse any errors into which you may come into contact for the next ( Read more... )

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LJ Interests meme results

1. baby geniuses:
   When a movie involves Christopher Lloyd, babies in horn-rimmed specs, and a plan for world destruction, it's what we call "gold. Fucking gold."
2. crazies:
   From half-dressed, drugged-up elderly trannies on 42nd Street to fat women crossing the street in Elizabethian garb in Fredericksburg, Virginia, Crazies ( Read more... )

So you think you know me?

Read on, twinkletoes, read on.

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"...It's as if the entire Gulf Coast were obliterated by a -- the worst kind of weapon you can imagine ( Read more... )

In an update of my original piece about Miss Penny Crone, this morning's shennanigans are well-deserving of an update:

Today, Penny visited a candy factory in New Jersey (like Willie Wonka with underpaid minorities!). First, she asked a young factory worker to bite off a piece from her candy necklace...

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Most people engage in some sort of activity that energizes them each morning in preperation for the day ahead. Some drink coffee, others take a long shower, some hit the gym or go for a run. Until recently, my morning routine involved nothing more than some sit-ups and a bowl of cereal. But beginning about a month ago, I found myself spending ( Read more... )

Having returned home for an extended amount of time has forced me to recognize that I am, in fact, once again living in suburban St. James, New York, the town to which we moved eastward after a short time in my mom's native Queens.

I'm completely here, laughing at the crazy neighbors, including both the not-actually-Southern transplants next ( Read more... )

Between the middle of high school and my senior year of college was a period of time my during which friends and family will gladly agree was my "Homeless Stage." Without having to lay out the definition for the term, highlights include:

Homeless 2000, a backyard festival at Alice's house during which we were required to not wear shoes. Party ( Read more... )