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I’m unplugging

Puerto Rico, You lovely island . . . Island of tropical breezes. Always the pineapples growing, Always the coffee blossoms blowing . . . ~West Side Story Is that true about Puerto Rico? I’ve no idea. But I’m going to find out. I’ll be back in a few days. Feel free to use the commentContinue reading “I’m unplugging”

I’m more confused than insulted

Oh Tony, you win and I didn’t even know we were having a competition. Worst. spam comment. ever: Comment of the day: What a coincidence! I found your blog the exact same way! The strangest one for my blog was “my puppy has meat hanging out his butt”. I don’t even know what to sayContinue reading “I’m more confused than insulted”

Naked pictures of me

You know what is really unsettling? Getting 10 emails from people asking if you’d seen the “naked” picture of yourself on the uber-popular Joy Unexpected. Then, trying to go there and only being able to see this: Comment of the day: I got right through, Jenny. I’m not sure whether Websense thinks the picture of you is tasteless orContinue reading “Naked pictures of me”

Conversations I have with my husband when stangers are standing too close to us

Me: I’m out of my anti-anxiety meds again. Victor: You don’t need those. Just relax. Me: I could relax more if I had some xanax. Victor: You need to get off the drugs. You know what I do to battle anxiety? I have sex with prostitutes. Me: No. Way. I battle anxiety by having sex withContinue reading “Conversations I have with my husband when stangers are standing too close to us”

Jesus loves MySpace

I pass this sign all the time and try to figure out what it means: So Jesus died so we could access Myspace in heaven? I’m no theologian but can’t Jesus just wiggle his nose and make stuff happen? If you think Jesus has to die so that you can get access to MySpace then you have serious problems, my friend. I suspect this wholeContinue reading “Jesus loves MySpace”

My fame is awesome/humbling/nonexistent in the real world

I was totally shocked when Michael informed me that I’d been entered into the annals of history by way of the Urban Dictionary: And I, of course, giggled and blushed and decreed that my coworkers begin walking 3-5 feet behind me to demonstrate their inferiority to me. Then I clicked on one of the tags Michael included in the definition and discovered this: Touché, Willowtree. AndContinue reading “My fame is awesome/humbling/nonexistent in the real world”