There is no doubt in my mind that I was born to be an emotionally charged person. Seriously, I probably shot out of the womb crying over the boy in the next crib and the nurse’s poor choice in shoes. But the past 24 years have done a lot...
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You will all be disappointed to learn that I have no new tales of promiscuity or awkward encounters this week. I laid low the entire weekend, and even got a full twelve hours of sleep on Saturday night. I think this is the new me. I shall call her “grandma.” Besides the awesome amounts of sleep,...
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Oh, Sunday morning. You sneaky little bastard. Always coming far too soon and reminding me that my only weekend accomplishments were two inappropriate hookups and one load of laundry. Damn it. Last night, as is becoming the Saturday night norm, I ran into three former flings. This town has got to get a better variety...
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After a brief hiatus, my Sunday Sunshine series has returned. This Sunday began with a strange, possibly gay, man in my bed. (Stay tuned for that post.) Then at brunch, a bird shit on my head. Please keep your laughter to yourself, because I’m still upset about it and very sensitive regarding my hair....
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Back when I was unpopular and sad, I shared a recipe for drunken cupcakes. You would think one only makes such things on St. Patrick’s day, but apparently my post-divorce depression was just enough that I needed all liquids and solids I consumed to be mildly boozy. Not only did I get rave reviews for...
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