drool… bid… drool
This weekend I’ve diverted all my wit into simple declarative statements uttered at random or scrawled on the bathroom wall (“The KGB is a subsidiary of Canada”) and have none left for blogging. Not...
View ArticleSomeone Disagrees
An anonymous admission: I want underwire. I want velvet. I want cute frills. I want to look like a C-cup. Yeah, like I’m ever going to go *there* Velvet? Well… maybe for special occasions. But while...
View ArticleMaxi Pad-Abouts
Having to write a nasty, boring paper on the life cycle of Hawaiian volcanoes (which would be interesting if I were allowed more tangents about mantle plumes…) makes me feel all crafty for some reason....
View ArticleWhat I Hate About Menstruating
Part N of an infinite series. So you know how it is: you go to the bathroom, and you’re about to stand up when you notice the thick strand of goo that connects your vagina to the toilet water. If you...
View Article
