January 2012
1 post
Tell Your Children Not to Walk My Way
I went back home to Atlanta a few months ago because I love it there, and also to visit my friends and family. My first night back, I went out with my boyfriend Andy and my friends Millie and Sonji, and after enjoying a delicious Mexican meal that included the elusive white cheese dip that sadly cannot be found at Mexican restaurants anywhere outside of the Southeastern United States, Millie...
December 2011
2 posts
Telly Addicts, You Should See Them At It
I am obsessed with home shopping channels. Still. And I know home shopping channels and their “hosts” (salespeople) are such easy topics to clown on, but it’s more than that for me — I’m fascinated by them and the fact that home shopping TV channels can still exist in this day and age. I know I’m not solving the Da Vinci Code here, but let’s look at the facts:
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May 2009
1 post
Success Is Obedience to a Structured Way of Life
I’m 30 years old today. This Tumblr is meant to be a place where I type flowery, long-winded things, because I don’t want to forget how to write, but I wanted to post today.
I am happy with 30. I’m kind of pumped about it, honestly. I still get carded sometimes when I go to R-rated movies (not a joke), so I guess I’m doing okay on the wrinkles front. (I’m actually...
April 2009
1 post
All I Have Here With Me Are the Records and the...
I have a lot of stuff. My room is filled to the brim with records, CDs, cassette tapes, books, magazines, zines, and DVDs — most of the books I own are about the records that I own, and most of the DVDs I own contain visual representations of the songs on the CDs I own. I like things, and I like knowing stuff about the things that I like.
However, while it may sound like it, I am NOT bragging — I...
March 2009
1 post
Is Evil Just Something You Are or Something You...
I kind of love it when people have a MILLION “my boss is such an asshole” or “my roommate is such an asshole” or “that guy at the store is such an asshole” or “all my ex-girlfriends/ex-boyfriends are such assholes” stories, because when they tell those stories (and they do, constantly), I think about the day when someone they are relaying these tales...
February 2009
2 posts
For the Girl With the Hourglass Figure Time Runs...
Hot chicks, for the most part, are assholes.
I live in Los Angeles and I work at what is considered to be a fairly “young and hip” place, so I encounter the stereotypical “hot chick” (young, thin, tan, and blonde) on a regular basis; rarely do I meet a nice one.
Now, I personally do not find these types of women very attractive — both aesthetically and, uh, personality-y?...
To Have and to Have Not
I passed a billboard the other day on the way home from work that made me seethe with rage. It advertised designer menswear, jewelry, and perfume (?) with the single line: “The most expensive in the world!” If you’re the marketing director for this label, I want to punch you in your teeth with some solid-gold brass knuckles.
“The most expensive in the world!” THAT is...
January 2009
4 posts
Ill With the Thrill of the Chase
I am not a dude, so that right there is probably the simplest explanation for what I’m about to go into a bunch of paragraphs about, but I do not get the appeal of feigning disinterest.
If I like someone, I hang out with them; if I don’t, I don’t. In recent weeks I’ve heard two male friends talk about relationships and nearly complain about the other person being...
What Are You, Some Kind of Expert?
I am fascinated by people who are experts on weird things, but more fascinated by the fact that they can somehow have the title “______ Expert” underneath their names when they are on TV — particularly the Food Network, which seems to feature quite a few of these types of folks.
Any show that Marc Summers hosts on the Food Network (usually something like “How Corn Dogs Are...
And I Quote:
“You should be blogging more. You’re really funny and people need to read your words. And that’s the last I’ll mention it.” — Erin Gibson, 2009.
So maybe I’ll start writing stuff here. Maybe.
It's Like That
Yeah, like I really need another place to post inane crap on the Haternet.