God Hates Me
Ahhh! Bugs!
I’ve actively avoided going into the saga of my bedbug debacle here on Sad-Sigh, mainly because it would take up 300,000 posts, and has already been blogged to death.
However, I think it’s sad, and perfectly sigh-worthy, when, as soon as I’ve gotten rid of the bedbugs, I go to a project at East River Park, [...]
Crazy Blind Date - Part IV
So, it’s been a while, and the last one fizzled out, but I got another Crazy Blind Date text this week, and will be attending my next CBD tomorrow evening. More to come, for sure afterwards, but until then I leave you with this:
I threw my back out on Sunday. Luckily, it only took me [...]
More Reasons to Keep My Damn Mouth Shut
I spent a long, long day at Bumbershoot, Seattle’s excellent arts, comedy and music festival, where we saw many, many excellent bands. My friend EZ and I had decided to see the guys from Human Giant as our comedy selection, but it turned out David Cross was a surprise addition to the comedy lineup. [...]
Bad Luck Betty
I am accident-prone. People tend to find this fact surprising about me (people who haven’t known me long), but I am also more or less the indestructible woman. Once, I fell down two flights of stairs, landing directly on my neck. Sure, I dislocated my shoulder but it could have been much [...]
The Thunder Rolls.
I think I have PTSD.
Seriously, every time some asshole construction worker decides to heave a crossbeam from the scaffolding he’s taking apart to the dumpster 25 feet below, instead of handing it to the guy who’s right below him, I have a fucking heart attack. My palms start sweating, I taste the adrenaline in [...]