All I Want For Christmas is Someone to Use My Shower Gel
Remember last year when Landlord gave me this for Christmas? Maybe not, so I’ll refresh your memory with a quick blurb from last year’s post on…
A Good Deed Equals GREAT Cleavage
I have issues with Victoria’s Secret. Seriously. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve attempted to purchase myself a decent bra only to stumble out…
My First Bridal Shower: No Wonder I Sucked at eHarmony!
Yesterday I attended my very first bridal shower. It confirmed what many of you have suspected all along: I’m not ready to get married. Not by…
Four Things One Should NOT Do Whilst Single
1) Listen to Train. Marry Me is going to make me run myself off the road one of these days. (You should probably stop letting me…
Why I Need to Stop Doing Yoga
So I know yoga is supposed to be all about cleaning your mind and such but I’ve always believed that physical exertion should be rewarded. This…
Photo(s) of the Week: The Fine Print
Call me crazy, but if you’re the sort to requires the following: And you look to the local bargain basement for all your “Identigene” needs: Do…
Not Quite Writing Wednesday
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming (ie. Writing Wednesday) to bring you this important message: I’m thinking that I ought to rename this blog “Adventures in…
My Annual Spring Fever Striptease
Spring has finally arrived in the City of Brotherly Love. I know this because I took the #23 bus home today and the southbound route crosses…
The Importance of Eating Sushi
There’s nothing like carpooling with a female co-worker to illustrate the obvious differences between men and women. Fifteen minutes into our commute, we’d covered ex-boyfriends, current…
My Third Date with #17
He bought me flowers. Flowers! The timing of their presentation, however, was rather problematic in that I’d just asked, “So, how was your day?” only to…
The Bar (and Baseball)
It’s 8:00pm. I’ve spent the past three and a half hours with the Man from Marshalls and we’re now perched upon a pair of bar stools…
The Rest of the Story
So there I am, standing on the curb in the parking lot at Marshalls in my scuffed up clogs. The cute guy I’ve been staring at…
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