The most ironic and possibly tragic thing about my not trusting penis and the men attached to them is that my kids are all boys.
I am wracked with guilt and shame over a penny these days. When I stop at the deli some mornings, I pay $1.49 for a
To help save money I’ve stopped wishing people Happy Birthday on Facebook. Alright Facebookers, this is getting ridiculous. Thanks to Facebook we can’t ever pretend
Tuck your tits into your belt and let’s go play Bingo. I secretly have no patience for old people. I keep it to myself mostly,
After watching my parents getting old, I’ve realized this life of being a lazy writer and comic is really going to save my back and
On April 23, 2013 I turned 37 years old. Apparently I have a meltdown every couple of years over my age since the last documented
I had a bit of a crisis when I turned 35. It started a month before where I journaled a 35th birthday countdown of sorts