Why does one woman — Own 30 baseball caps? [When I say “one woman” I mean me.] I spend hundreds of dollars on my hair. It is criminal to own this many baseball caps AND spend this much on my hair. That crazy contradiction might even spell mental instability. […]
So for no reason other than sometime around 2 AM the other night I didn’t feel like reading one more script I went on a rampage and took apart seemaxrun and rebuilt it. I think it’s pretty — of course I like lots of white. It’s not done yet, either, but the bones are there. […]
So I have to get fat pants. [Isn’t the fat pants dog hilarious? Thank you Jardiland Light Biscuits!] I have to get fat pants because I got hurt six months ago and haven’t exercised and also have lived in sweats and pajama pants for the last six months. Interestingly, sweats and pajama pants are a […]
This tree is a physics dilemma. [Shut up, I like to make all things difficult math.] It is a freaking platypus tree. It has leaves from one tree, blossoms from another, and then it goes all Mars Asian appetizer pea pod spikes. What the hell is this tree?
One reason I have too much stuff is, I move. A LOT. We’re talking lost track around interstate move number 10 here. Each new place has things from the last place that work. But also, things that do not. And — Each new place has… new needs. This is how I find myself sitting […]
Closed for move frenzy. See you on the other side of December. Ahhhh!
We really need to stop naming storms things like “Hercules.” That just gives storms ideas of grandeur and something to live up to. How about from now on we give storms nice friendly names. Like, um, “Tulip.” Or “Daisy.” No storm named Daisy is going to be inspired to kick your ass. […]
BATTLE SCORES: PALMETTO BUG: 5 MAX: 0 WAR SCORES: MAX: 1 PALMETTO BUG: 0
One of — The most difficult things for me to do is designate. I have people to designate to, too. They are qualified. The are smart. They can do the work. Also I pay them to be smart, to be qualified, and to do the work. I made videos of how to […]
Texas reminds me of Malibu. Every time I turn around, something is trying to eat me. Something spider bit me. I am allergic all the time in just my skin and, oh, eyes! — to just the air. And now. Something ate hell out of my legs. Fifty bites? I kid not, I […]