“That’s what makes it so easy for me to be 85% happy for Chandler and Monica.”(Joy will get that joke.)Over the last few months, and increasingly since the actual wedding last weekend, I have gotten asked some variation of the same question from friends, family, co-workers, random baristas at Starbucks to whom I gushed about … Continue reading On Friendship and Marriage
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Bridesmaids
You know how most women have that thing where, in the presence of a wedding they are all breathless, and excited, mentally photo shopping their head on the bride’s body and inwardly changing all the things about the planning/rehearsal/wedding/reception they would do differently? Or maybe glancing at their date wistfully, beaming them psychic signals that … Continue reading Bridesmaids
Quarterlife Notsomuch
You know how usually I am all atwitter (not to be confused with Twit.tering) about my birthday, planning for the annual trip, posting pics of the fab hotel we will be staying in, taking wagers on how drunk I will be?Yeah... about that...This year there is none of that. I am not excited. I am … Continue reading Quarterlife Notsomuch
Oops
Hey everybody!*waiting*GODDAMMIT I SAID HELLO!!!!That's more like it.Hi kiddies! Sorry I just disappeared, no posting or commenting or notice or NOTHIN'. I know I said I would be better with that but... sometimes I be lyin'.I was outta town, trying to simultaneously do some grown woman things and not get alcohol poisoning because that is … Continue reading Oops
Barbie
So Jam asked over at Joy's spot and, for lack of any other inspiration, I guess I will reply.Ahh, Barbie. First coined "Gangsta Bitch Barbie" by yours truly (which may or may not be the way it happened but I'm gonna claim it cuz I'm gangsta like that and know it will go unopposed.)It is … Continue reading Barbie
MOTHER*&$#@!
Aiight, so anyone who's been around my spot awhile knows that this is my least favorite time of year. I am not a holiday person. Usually, I'm pretty grumpy from around Halloween til the point where my first drink touches my lips on New Year's Eve (shout out to the guy who bought me a … Continue reading MOTHER*&$#@!
Ode to Joy
"She said you was a ho." "She WHAT?!?!" I shriek, the end of my sentence jumping up an octave sounding like the crash of plates on a marble floor. "Yeah," the girl repeats. "She said you was a ho." My mouth feels like sandpaper and butterflies start to dance in my stomach. My butterscotch skin … Continue reading Ode to Joy
Liquor, Loans & Love 