Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

Just a quick note to officially announce that I am entirely over this haircut, ladies: Yes, yes, I know, it’s real modern and real kicky and all that…but for me, it’s gettin’ real tired. I understand that just like any … Continue reading →

A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself. B. Tag seven people to do the same. C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag “whoever wants to do it. 1. I absolutely love grocery shopping. I … Continue reading →

A journalist for a literary magazine once interviewed Jean Cocteau, whose house was filled with several books, paintings, and drawings by famous artists. Cocteau had a deep affection for each and every object and thus kept everything he cherished. Seeing … Continue reading →

Her profound message of passionate, righteous, maternal anger aside, my favorite part of her speech was when, about halfway through, she completely loses her train of thought and has absolutely no idea what she’s saying and struggles and stutters until … Continue reading →

Ah, this response is entirely satisfying as this is one of my most favoritest books of all time for a myriad of reasons, all profoundly meaningful and personal. In fact, I say it all the time: My darling and eccentric … Continue reading →

Man, did these kids nail me, or what? DEAD-ON. I gotta say, the only appropriate occupations they missed are “Carny Trash” and “Trollop.” 1. Go to Career Cruising, http://www.careercruising.com 2. Put in Username: nycareers and Password: landmark. 3. Take their … Continue reading →

For those mighty kittens who have heretofore requested it: Muffy Bolding PO Box 1068 La Canada, CA 91012

Reason #17 that it really won’t be so bad having all my girlie bits removed: My impossibly adorable grandbaby, Coco Chanel, a Netherland Dwarf bunny, is having her girlie bits removed this month, too, all so her granny won’t feel … Continue reading →

Hey, Charlie? WORD, you silly motherfucker. “There was a time in this great country of ours when bein’ crazy really meant somethin’. But, now? It don’t mean nothin’…because everybody’s crazy.” — Charles Manson

Reason #1 (#2 is just out of frame) to entrust your formerly saggy, hideous, ponderous, beavertail mammaries to the skilled hand of a Southern California plastic surgeon: My new Boss Hooters