Color Me Bored
I’m sick of my house. Okay, not my actual house, because I like my neighborhood and I’m pretty okay with my home’s layout and stuff—though it would be so much…
I’m sick of my house. Okay, not my actual house, because I like my neighborhood and I’m pretty okay with my home’s layout and stuff—though it would be so much…
Raise your Aqua Net if you saw Rock of Ages this weekend? (Girls of the eighties, you know you still have a can stashed in the back of your bathroom…
Okay, so earlier this week I’m just standing at the bathroom counter putting on my make-up, getting ready for the day, trying not to be bitter that I’m heading back…
First of all, thank you so much for the retweets, Facebook shares, and mentions from everyone on my last post. Because of your enthusiasm, my blog traffic quadrupled in size…
So I had this really great blog post all typed up and ready to go. It was brilliant. The stuff Pulitzer’s are made of, I’m sure. And it was all…
Let’s just get this out of the way. My computer has a virus. Like, it shuts off every time I turn it on. Or tells me it’s “Not responding,” to…
Can I have a head bang? Some rock hands? A cigarette lighter held high in the air? A smoke in the boy’s room? (okay, never mind that last one)I’ve waited…
Now, I’ve never eaten these. And mark my words—I never will. No matter how much my dad tries to convince me they’re actually good. Because this is the same man…
Recently, I had this conversation with my 16-year-old son. It’s kinda long, so you might want to grab some popcorn. Or a pillow. Maybe a bed.Me: “Any thoughts about life…
You know.I hate it when people steal my ideas. For example, I’ve written a few books. I’ve backed each one up on multiple flash drives and obsessively emailed them to…