this and that
Every Memorial Day weekend, Pensacola Beach is descended upon by thousands of tourists for Gay and Lesbian merrymaking. While I’ve definitely thrown down with the best of them in the past, now I’m all, “Meh.. TRAFFIC.” so I don’t go.
I brewed a cup of coffee this afternoon for some unknown reason so my house smells like Barnes & Noble.
I’m going somewhere tomorrow and I think it’s supposed to be on the down-low but I’ll tell you it’s a city in Texas that starts with a “D” and ends with an “allas”.
I made some cole slaw this afternoon and it’s delicious (and will be thrown away when I get back in town). I had some shitty husbands but I learned lots of great Southern cooking tips from most of my former mothers-in-law.
My poor momma was a natural-born Yankee, God rest her casserole-lovin’ soul.
I’m speeding on that fucking coffee.
One hundred pages into The Orchid House and I’ve got a British accent.
Passion is an amazing flotation device.
—Lizz Winstead, cocreator of The Daily Show, on rising above your fears of uncertainty and moving on.
I have a really big bedroom now. It’s even got a little stage all set up for a dancer.
So romantic!
Throwback Thursday: This was circa 2004 at a party. I’m standing behind my former girlfriend who my current boyfriend conveniently cropped out of the picture.
That’s another personal question, Mr. Miller.
To the bank president who asked me how I slept last night: STOP TALKING TO ME, WEIRD-ASS!
Truthful (I think this is) Tuesday
I got my very first mean anon message today and it kinda fucked me up for a minute and then I scrolled down my Tumblr message board.
Right there in no particular order were some of my favorite people IN THE WORLD giving me love and support and hugs when I was going through a very tough time.
So sorry, anon, the good guys win this one.
