Tag Archives: my so called life

Because these thoughts didn’t really fit anywhere else.

Really. I don’t pick up hitchhikers wearing tank tops. Anyone who employs the preemptive caveat “I hate to be a buzz kill, but…” is a goddamn liar. “Like a Prayer” just came on the radio. Please excuse me for five minutes while I try like Hell to remember the kneeling-for-prayer-emerges-into-jumping-and-spastic-jazzhands dance my cousin and I […]

Donna Martin Graduates: The Nineteen Nineties, tangentially

WARNING: Some of the language / links below are not safe for work, younger folks, or sensitive people. None of it is really that bad but if I don’t point this out, some people get emotional and write thousand-word emails to my bosses. NOTE: Lines separated by a slash or a word that is not […]