You remember Mallard don’t you? If you don’t want to read the Mallard chronicles (and I don’t blame you if you don’t, that title ‘Mallard chronicles’ doesn’t scream “MUST READ”), basically Mallard was this stranger who was working at the same school as me (who was wearing a mallard on her shirt, hence the nickname) who randomly came up to me and told me she didn’t like my hair. AT ALL. (The “at all” was actually something she said). She looked at me like I had just showered in the liquid found at the bottom of a dumpster. And then …READ MORE
If you are someone who wants a lot of traffic on your blog, I will give you a tip: wait until tomorrow night and then write a post titled “Vice Presidential Drinking Games”. I guarantee your traffic numbers will explode- mine did.
The funny thing (and by ‘funny’, I mean ‘distressing enough I wished I had an unhealthy addiction to take the pain away’) about suddenly finding your blog getting thousands of hits a day is that it just increases the amount of people who will find your post and NOT like it. Who will hate what you’ve said, who …READ MORE
You know when bloggers write out a list of things they are currently disliking or things that are pissing them off? I love those posts. If I see a blogger has written one, I save it till last in my google reader. I like that they give everyone an opportunity to see a blogger in a different light. I like that they are usually completely unapologetic. I love that they are always so honest.
I’ve never done one before, mostly because my list of what I’m usually hating goes something … 1.Sarah Palin when she’s being smug 2. cream cheese …READ MORE
I was going to let this slide, but I think you all are the perfect people to discuss this with.
Last week my birthday dinner was horrible. I went out for my party on Saturday, but on the Friday- my mom, brother and I went out for dinner. Here is what happened:
Our server rolled her eyes when we asked for menus. Because clearly, I should have the mind powers that let me visualize everything on the menu. Oh, and given her impatience with the few minutes it took us to think about what we want, I apparently should also …READ MORE
Today I yelled at an elderly saleswoman who looked as though if she could have clubbed me and hidden the body, she would have.
It started out simply enough. I wanted to return a book. Two days ago, my brother bought me “Obama Nation” by Jerome Corsi. I hadn’t really heard anything about it, but did a little research and found that he’s the same author who started the “swiftboat” movement against John Kerry. I also found that the book is filled with half truths and misrepresentations- including the idea that Obama might be doing cocaine as a senator, when …READ MORE
I’m going all cliche blogger on you and doing bullets.
(What a great way to start! I’m sure you all are hanging off the edge of your chair now that you know this post is in bullet form. I think I might even hear cheering from the cheap seats!)
I hate men. No, that’s not true. My lovelies (George, Josh and John- men who my heart calls only by their first name) shouldn’t be lumped in with the scoundrels that repeatedly stomp on my heart. Or at least.. other vital organs that are less cliche. Perhaps my liver? Anyway… men. …READ MORE
I suppose tomorrow would be a better day to write this. Or the day after that. But my tomorrows are always busy with the things I’m meant to do, so if I intend to do this, to say this- I need to say it today.
I don’t deal well with judgment. Not even the thoughtfully worded sort, often laced together with constructive criticism and punctuated with sweet smiles. I don’t deal well with people telling me “you should” or “you could“, or “why don’t you just…“.
I’ve long ago accepted that my inability to accept the opinions of others with …READ MORE
We had a spelling contest last week in my class and when the winner was picked, the runner up gave the boy who won a high five and yelled out a big, sincere “way to go!”.
Hillary Clinton could learn things from my class.
And that’s the nicest thing I have to say about it.
(And if this post wasn’t enough of a confirmation, let me assure you- the CNN addiction is back in full swing. Wolf Blitzer, will you be my boo?)