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Bad Blogging 101
Clearly my blogging rhythm seems to have been dropped as if it'd been run over by a drunken yobbo in a Ford Pinto, but when exactly did it happen? When did I become a bad blogger? I could cite excuses like the ozone laye… -
Blogging without words
Today's Positive: So far today I've managed not to strangle, behead, maim, injure, rough up, scatter, smother, cover, dice, chunk, pepper, fi… -
Calling in (not) sick
I've always felt that calling in "sick" sounded so limp and woolly, particularly when your ailment is a simple case of not feeling like going into the office, and yet hear I sit in front of my computer in a frumpy t-shir… -
Assumptions and my over-zealous sniffer
Clearly it’s bigger than the one about not coveting your neighbour’s wife, bonking your granny over the head at the dinner table, or forcing your date to hide in the trunk at a drive-in movie so you don't have to pay for… -
A lapse in etiquette
Does anyone know what you call that spongy part of your lower back right above your bum crack, somewhere South of the belt line and yet not nearly North enough to scratch with looking like you've developed a butt-cheek m… -
My love triangle with Xanga
There are moments when I just don't love you, when you fail to inspire and (quite frankly) seem more of a chore than an outlet of unfettered mental finger painting and warm honey flowing down my girlie bits. Where is th… -
Slightly more fake than a hooker's smile
Clearly its time to shoot old Yeller a second time. While I definitely don't know my neighbors past the occasional (and completely fake) conversation we might engage in 3-4 times a year, I must admit that I’ve been pinin… -
Not necessarily Ferris Bueller's day off
The problem with the modern employee is, quite simply, is they've been mollycoddled to the point that they end up being a pathetic imbecile. Gone are the days of workers rushing to the boss wailing only if they can actua… -
Christmas songs and boobs
Having boobs used to be ever so easy. You would simply tuck both your girls in a bra, lower them gingerly inside your sweater and generally forget about them until you either had a kid or needed some leverage to buy your… -
Modern art
He moved in like a clumsy 5th-grader with all the romanticism of a wide-mouth carp before trying to force an early morning motorboat kiss on me before leaving for work...ick! Its not that I don't appreciate sour-puss mor…
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