Now that elementary school girls are huffing nail polish at sleepovers instead of using it and then peeling it off immediately afterward, you can blame the decline of Tinkerbell, which I believe coincides with the decline of Western society.
Apparently one of my readers is my mom, which is cool, except she thought the naked man was highly innappropriate. I reminded her that he wasn’t actually naked, that he had a stick of dynamite covering his naughty bits, but apparently that wasn’t enough to satisfy her delicate sensibilities. She suggested that I write a [...]
Apparently people other than myself and my boyfriend read this blog, which I am like, thrilled about. Maybe “read” is the wrong word. Perhaps I should say “have read”, because thus far, nobody has made my little corner of the InterWeb a part of their daily breakfast. So now I am consumed with curiosity. Who [...]
Legendary Greek pop star Sakis Rouvas and I would like to wish you a very happy and um… explosive new year! Follow my blog with bloglovin´
I do not care for boats, nor for the discussion thereof, unless they are full of sailors. Hot Greek sailors.
I have chosen Christmas 2008 as a starting point for what other people would call living in sin. We prefer to think of it as living in hope. Also, a sensible precaution. I hope that everybody else’s Christmas is just as marvelous as mine has been! Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Kwanzaa, Boxing Day to all [...]
Him: I love you. Deal with it. Me: I’m blogging that.
Me: I love you. Him: Ok.
Me: I love you. Him: That’s because you’re retarded.
“Our cousin is in a Gap commercial.” “Really?” “Yeah. You can tell we’re related by the things that we do.” “Why? What does he do in the commercial?” “He dances around like a dork.” “Oh. You can tell we’re related by the things that we do.”