Strokes and Blows to My Ego
Putting a handsome man in a lower pecking order was just fuel to my fire… … More Strokes and Blows to My Ego
Putting a handsome man in a lower pecking order was just fuel to my fire… … More Strokes and Blows to My Ego
The whole thing was a letdown. Especially when miniature cats made out of white chocolate are part of the main event… … More Van Gogh’s Disappointing Holiday Garlic Chicken
The communal cordless rang and rang about six hours before most of my roommates and I would have even considered getting out of bed. It was Reporter, and in those couple of minutes between realizing you are hungover and not knowing if you were going to be ok that day, I agreed to a road … More Media Driven
Tragically, I thought I looked fabulous… … More The One Where I Walked to Blockbuster Naked
Two twenty-somethings with frightening tangible chemistry, drunk on politics and booze, of course, we decided to go back to his place… … More Election Postmortem I: A Politically Incorrect Bedtime Story
One said she graduated from “Samford.” I thought, “This girl was smart enough to get into Stanford, but can’t pronounce it?” … More The Blue Bell Zombie Sorority
I suspect most of the women who worked there felt bad about abandoning the “Good Wife Guide” and not having a hot toddy or a Harvey Wallbanger ready as their husbands came home. Anything for the cause though… … More An Idiot Sandwich Joins The Cause