Sunday, June 22, 2008


There's a post I want to write and then there's this post that I'm going to write. I choose to interpret the fact that I'm not going to semi-publicly kick someone in the balls as a sign of what a wonderful grown-up lady I'm turning into.

Not that he's not a dick. And not that he doesn't deserve to be kicked in said balls. There. I'm over it.

Speaking of balls...what kind of design work is that? I mean, why don't they just live on the inside? They need to be kept warm and really they just seem to get in the way. Could things not have been rearranged just slighty? Think how much sleeker the package would be without those awkward dangly things down there. And how much more comfortable would it be to ride a bicycle? Or get hit in the crotch with a baseball bat!

Yes, I see your point. Then tv shows that we've all come to take for granted, such as America's Funniest Home Videos (does that show still air?), would never have existed.

But surely that's a sacrifice we could have made to ensure that our menfolk wouldn't have to experience the agony of the accidental ball squish as you climb over them to turn off the alarm in the morning.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Sex and the City anyone?

I hope you like my new blog title. I'm going for a cross between screamo angst and yuppie sensibilities. Who doesn't love a bonus room in their overpriced suburban townhouse?

Soooooo. Sex and the City anyone? I was so prepared to be disappointed. But instead I was very pleasantly surprised. Even though the ending was the one I swore I would despise no matter what.

But really, any movie where Charlotte York shits her pants and we get a glimpse of wet, soapy cock is a movie I can get behind.

80's outfit montage? Yes, please.

And a movie about 4 women friends with heavy messaging about forgiveness. hmmm.....topical, yes?