My mom had a word for an emotional state that I’ve always thought should be part of our regular lexicon. The word is BUNKY. Bunky is the way you feel on a dreary, rainy day. Or the way you feel after you wake up from a deep afternoon nap. Or when you’re just feeling inward […]

Okay, forget the other five programs that do all this. All you need is iPod Agent. It puts weather, horoscopes, and movies on your iPod. It synchs with Outlook. AND IT EXPORTS THE LIBRARY OFF OF YOUR IPOD AND INTO ITUNES. As I type I’m copying my iPod’s contents into my work machine’s installation of […]

I almost just had a really bad day. I got in the Jeep to run and grab something for lunch. I wiped my hand across my face… …and my right contact lense fell out. IN MY DIRTY CAR. FILLED WITH DOG HAIR, DUST, MOUSE POOP, AND GARBAGE! My heart stopped for a second, I think. […]

Brett called me at work at four yesterday to tell me he and my pop were at 1-Stop. At five, he called me back to say we’d all be stopping at The Dew Drop for a beer. I got off work, rolled to Lib’ville, and had a cocktail. Then I had another. Then Brett took […]

Good news! You are no longer what you eat. You are what’s on your playlist. (Whew. I was getting tired of being a Taco John’s potato ole bravo, no meat, add onions. It’s much better being an eclectic mix of soul, R&B, funk, and superpop.)

First of all, I’m pretty pleased with my outfit today. I’m doing a bit of a pink-and-black thing: black babydoll tee (it says “No, I will not fix your computer“), a pink sweater, a black skirt with pink polkadots, and black pants under the skirt. And I’m fairly blonde, too, from highlighting my hair the […]

Today’s search engine strings: ttc blinkies – wisbar advance themes – periomenopause – pussy of color – huge pores – ping osx – mix pussy – matrix sanskrit – free blinkies – cobalt pop lock – tricked out saturn – chaz palmieri The last two I do not understand at ALL. I mean, the only […]

My GOD I want a big pipe. (That means high-speed DSL, you perverts – I’ve already got ready access to the kind you were thinking of.) (Well. By “access” I mean as long as it’s ungodly early in the morning, or in the twenty minutes between dinner and and Brett’s bedtime at, like, eight.) I’m […]