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It’s a good kind of weird.

If you read this blog, then you know Laura even if you don’t know Laura. She’s the girl who insisted I buy a giant metal rooster, and who named it Beyonce. She’s the girl who helped me dig up my dead dog, and who once took me on a porn barge. She keeps me sane,Continue reading “It’s a good kind of weird.”

I’m on a lot of cold medication

The other day I was looking at my pictures I’d posted from when I went ghost hunting at the Stanley Hotel and I noticed that if you enlarged one of the pictures and turned it upside down you could totally see what appears to be the ghostly face of Edward Cullen. And I realize thatContinue reading “I’m on a lot of cold medication”

All Hallow’s Read

(This is also posted on my mommy-blog on the Houston Chronicle but I’m posting it here too because I’m too busy watching The Omen to write a real post here today.) I know. It’s been too long between posts but I’ve been busy and I’m about to bribe you with small tokens so you’ll forgiveContinue reading “All Hallow’s Read”

Part two: The Stanley Hotel and the reason why Ghost Hunters should hire me as a permanent member of their team. Or Destination Truth. Which one is less likely to look for giant squid? That one.

This is part 2 of my ghost-hunting trip to The Stanley Hotel so you should really read part one first. Or just go watch tv instead. That’s probably what I would do. (As usual, this is copied directly out of my journal so there’s no real flow and the tenses change constantly but technically thatContinue reading “Part two: The Stanley Hotel and the reason why Ghost Hunters should hire me as a permanent member of their team. Or Destination Truth. Which one is less likely to look for giant squid? That one.”

The Stanley Hotel: Totally fucking haunted. Maybe.

So this weekend Victor and I dropped Hailey off at her grandparents and went on a one-day vacation to the Stanley Hotel. (This is not a sponsored post, by the way. We totally paid for it ourselves. Which is why it was for only one day.) I’ve always wanted to go to the Stanley. ItContinue reading “The Stanley Hotel: Totally fucking haunted. Maybe.”

Stop being an asshole, New York

This is part 2 of my Blogher experience as recorded in my journal and I would recommend that you read part one first so that this part would make sense but honestly I don’t think that’s going to help either way. ********** Me: Take a right on Houston Street. Everyone else in New York: YouContinue reading “Stop being an asshole, New York”