Archive for the 'bitchery' Category
Listen, I’m not a morning person. If we’ve ever had more than ten minutes of conversation, you’ve probably guessed this.
I am not a morning person.
My body’s natural day runs from about 11 am-2 am. I am not ashamed of this. This is a fact. There is no value attached to this statement, no judgement […]
DailyCandy is totally stalking me.
4 Comments Published by Sid October 1st, 2007 in travel, bitchery, drink.What did I do this weekend?
Apple picking, and then wine tasting around Harbor Country, Michigan, followed by wine shopping at Vino 100 and din dins in charming New Buffalo, Michigan. What’s today’s DailyCandy Chicago about? The Michigan wine trail, Harbor Country, Vino 100, and charming New Buffalo. Seriously. I mean, the only thing they left […]
Signs you’re venturing into uncharted, war-torn, or simply really unpopular territory:
1 Comment Published by Sid September 20th, 2007 in pain, bitchery.1. You call AAA Airport One/Transline shuttle service and ask if they travel to your destination from the airport. They put you on hold, then come back and tell you to call Rapid Rover.
2. You call Rapid Rover and ask them if they go, and they tell you to call Tropiano.
3. You call Tropiano, and […]
Coke Zero, MisShapes, Extra Strength Tylenol, the masturbatory exercise that is the latest Fashion Rocks.
1 Comment Published by Sid August 31st, 2007 in bitchery.One of these things is inducing nausea and heart palpitations, and for the love of sweet Christ I can’t figure out which, but heaped on top of my cramps, bloating, and the fact that I am the only one left in my office right now, and you get the recipe for ULTIMATE CUNTINESS.
Ugh.
Things that would […]
So, I’m getting my daily dose of the Jez, yeah? And I come across this whole Jeter/Alba/herpes thing.
Blahblah celebwhoring blah blah comments, and there are a bunch of people in the comments box acting like herpes is no big fucking deal.
Excusemewhat? Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously, people think this?
I will cut a motherfucker […]