Post-first-date communication is a tricky business. There are definitely good ways to follow up, and less-good ways. I’ve had some, ah, *interesting* experiences the last 10 days or so. The absolute worst first-date follow-up I’ve had recently was the guy who should have called me with relative haste, but from whom I haven’t heard a …

Sometimes, I get a little glimmer into how someone else’s brain works, and most of the time, I’m utterly fascinated. Other times, I’m horrified. Count this as the latter. Holy fuck.

I watched Ghost Town today, and it was super cute and laugh-out-loud funny, at least for me. Plus, what a great cast — I love Greg Kinnear, Ricky Gervais did a bang-up job, and everyone loves Tea Leoni! Aasif Mandvi also had a significant role, and he just cracks me up. 🙂 Here’s probably my …

Excuse me while I’m deliberately vague. I have been wanting to write a blog post all week that included the words “fuck you” in the title, with a further reference to a certain someone who shall remain nameless, but it just feels like publicly acknowledging my frustration, anger, and sheer pissed-off-ness at said person would …

Let me paint a picture for you: I’m sitting in my dad’s big recliner in my parents’ living room, writing on my laptop. My mom is in her office working (of course). My dad’s sitting in the other recliner, reading the paper. On my right is my brother, on the couch, on his laptop. In …

In the car tonight, particularly after the sun went down, I cued up some of my favorite music, turned the stereo WAY up, and commenced with my usual solo-road-trip serenade. The music I chose tonight spoke to me in a way it doesn’t always, though — from Natasha Bedingfield telling me that today is where …

… why not blog? Of course, there are tons of reasons not to blog, chief among them that you may not want the world to have access to your random thoughts. I know I don’t, generally. And yet, I have this ball of energy that has been with me all day and needs to go …

After hearing about this from a little bird, I took the Center for American Progress’s how progressive are you? quiz. Turns out, I’m way above average — my score was 317, while the average American scores 209.5. Damn. I really do feel moderate. Really.

Even though I’m a pacifist at heart and generally wish no harm upon any human being, and even though I recognize this is a fleeting emotion whose target is sorely misplaced, I can’t help it. I seriously want to hunt the DL down and exact slow, painful, soul-crushing torture by way of revenge for all …

As I was chatting with my brother today, getting progressively more irritated at something utterly out of my control, he sent me the link to this photo, which was perfect, because it shook me out of my getting progressively more pissed off and made me laugh out loud. Drama Llama