[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] “So, I’m talking to myself…wait, how does it go? So I’m talking to myself and I say ‘Hey, me!’” “EEE-yeeesss!” “You don’t have to say it like that.” “Like what?”…
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] “So, I’m talking to myself…wait, how does it go? So I’m talking to myself and I say ‘Hey, me!’” “EEE-yeeesss!” “You don’t have to say it like that.” “Like what?”…
Sometimes, when I’m waiting in line and the cashier is really nice to me, I wonder “Is she making fun of me? Do I have something on my face. Is my hair standing up straight like I just stuck my…
These Are the Best Years of Your Life (or Other Lies You Tell Yourself) http://endlessstream.blogspot.ca/2011/10/road-not-taken.html So I ask myself, when does it get better? Everyone always says that these are the best years or those are the golden years, but…
Modern Etiquette for the Socially Challenged Part Two: Emissions Standards (or What’s Behind Door Number Two? Eww. Sorry.) There’s a time and a place for everything. The time is not after you have scarfed down that third bean burrito, and…
Uncle! Uncle! (or Don’t Drink and Blog) I am only one person. I know I’ve said this before, but there’s too much good stuff happening on the Internet. I can’t keep up. There is not enough time in the day…
Dressed To Kill (or Are You Really Going Out In That?) An open letter to all the anti-fashionistas out there. To whom it may concern, Seriously, what are you wearing? Take a good look at yourself in a floor length…
(or If It Ain’t Broke, Sell Them Upgrades) Have you ever had the experience where you walk into a store to buy something and it’s just not there anymore. It might have been something you’ve been buying for years, like…
(or Life’s Too Short To Deal With All Your Problems) Please don’t take anything I say too seriously. I may write something and then change my mind the next day. Or the next minute. I’m like that. I’m a flibbertigibbet.…
(or What’s Behind Door Number One?) Is it just me or are people getting more rude? Now I’m not talking about you garden variety pedants who correct your grammar or the guy at the back of the line who jumps…