Yesterday I was sporting a rather fetching, rather large hole in the inner thigh of my pantyhose, up about 4 inches from my knee. I didn’t notice it until I got into the parking garage, and it definitely wasn’t worth the drive home to change. So unintentionally, I rocked the derelicte, sexytrampy look all day […]
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passion and ambition. and centaurs.
From what I gather, Dead Man’s Bones started as a fun and gimmicky experiment in self-indulgence for Ryan Gosling and the guy who dated Rachel McAdam’s little sister. What came out is the best album I’ve heard in a really long time; I’ve been transporting the skinny cardboard sleeve in my purse so I can […]
Read more...but fuck me if I post his picture this time
Saturday was a busy day. In the morning, I helped set up the CASA booth at Macy’s. Some lovely volunteers of ours offered to sit at the table and sell coupon books for the Macy’s Shop For A Cause event, but I think it was kind of a wash. We made something like $20 the […]
Read more...paisano means friend
In my excitement to go over the next bit of my life’s adventure, I neglected to write about a sizable portion of what I’ve been up to these past few weeks. My last day at UofL was August 28th. Everything before that is largely irrelevant. I left with zero fanfare. As much as I might […]
Read more...why we go to Joe’s
It all began innocently enough. Matt’s little brother Greg was turning 22, and so (as if we needed an excuse) we all met at Joe’s for drinks. There was pool, there were shots, there was some Cupid Shuffling. Things didn’t really start to get interesting though, until the boys went to the patio to bum […]
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**************** Part 2 **************** It has been said that New Year’s Eve is the worst holiday in creation. Mostly, it has been me that has said this. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t really like people all that much, but I do enjoy parties (“You hate people!” “But I love gatherings. Isn’t it ironic?”). This […]
Read more...aaand we’re back
Sorry for the lapse, everybody. December was a crazy month. Just as I was settling back into life post-jury duty, I was stricken with what might have been the flu or TB, possibly bronchitis, perhaps the worst cold of my life, maybe even all four. I’m still hacking up pieces of lung every now and […]
Read more...I’m going to Mormon Hell
At first, I only admired the clever irony of the Hot Mormon calendar but lately I’m starting to think those sexy blasphemous heathens were on to something. Elder Freeman and Elder Jones came to my door a few months ago and when I wasn’t staring deep into their eyes, hoping to impart some telepathic anti-cult […]
Read more...back to the fuschia
If you’ve ever been to Bardstown Road after 9pm, you’ve probably seen the Pool Party Express. It’s an old, hollowed out fire truck that carries drunk people up and down the street, playing loud music, like a parade float or an open-air party bus. Counter-intuitively, there is no water involved. Kari booked the PPE for […]
Read more...cute, morally questionable politicos
Last night I started to feel that familiar lonely tug of nostalgia and what-if, but before descending down in a grief-spiral of Leine’s and So You Think You Can Dance, I called Kari to come rescue me. We spent a few hours outside Ce Fiore, eating Italian fake ice cream (it’s actually really good), going […]
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