I go bananas for nail art and Betsey Johnson, so, I decided to combine their awesome powers for my polish this week, a tribute to BJ’s Mexicali Rose print. But as every rose has its thorn, I’ve got too much booty to fit into her print pantyhose. Oh well, I just saved $28 painting the print onto myself instead. Keep reading »
So, what are your plans this weekend? I’m going to work on my book proposal, maybe do a little reading, see a movie, perhaps get brunch with friends — oh, wait, NO I’M NOT. Because, as of midnight tonight, Angry Birds — the iPhone and iPad app that has already stolen countless hours of my time, not to mention eaten my soul
— is releasing 45 new Halloween-themed levels. Productivity killed. I might need someone to pop by my apartment in a couple days to flip me so I don’t get bed sores and to remind me to stay hydrated. Keep reading »
If it’s stupid and embarrassing, I’ve done some version of it on a date … and have had to do some pretty impressive damage control to make up for it.
From cartwheeling over a restaurant chair like I was in the “American Gladiators” atlasphere to accidentally saying unflattering things about Hunt’s ketchup (honestly, how could I have possibly known her father worked at Hunt’s parent company, agribusiness giant ConAgra?), I’m an ace at figuring out how to thoroughly embarrass myself. Read more … Keep reading »