Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

You know, I just have to say that I don’t really give a shit if it’s fake or real, or if it’s a UFO, a shrouded demon from Hell, or a trickster Mexican national in a top-secret military jetpack and … Continue reading →

Guess which diminutive, degenerate Sicilian dame will be darkening your doorstep on the morrow? OH, YEAH. Gregory and I are taking the train in from DC sometime in the morning and will be toodling around your charming hamlet in search … Continue reading →

I’m sorry to gloat here, but I just really feel the need to say the following: Just exactly how awesome is it that the sexiest bastard on the entire planet — Clive Owen — is married to a broad who … Continue reading →

I just found out today that, along with enjoying the considerable talents of Michael Pare, JaRule, and Tom “For The Love Of God, I Am Begging Someone To Just Put a Hollow Point Bullet In My Brain Already And End … Continue reading →

Hey, for those in the know…how far is Baltimore from DC travelwise, and how comprehensive is the public transport getting from one to the other? Thanks!

Like I tell my babies, you don’t necessarily have to find god in some musty, fusty old church. But you definitely find god here; this is god:

I must admit to having been pleasantly taken by surprise on last night’s Tony Awards at how ALL-TALENT the Broadway show Spring Awakening looks to be. As an old theatre whore who has performed in more than her fair share … Continue reading →

For some occasions, there simply are no words:

The only thing I love more than my purse…is the brilliant Jabberjaw picture of my sister, Jenny, that adorns it. Aside from Gregory and our babies, Jenny is my most favoritest person in the whole wide world. No one can … Continue reading →