Archive for November, 2008
I was two the first time I fell off a horse, I got used to it. Long before I had my own horse, I was around them. And I think that’s why it never occurred to me to be afraid of them. I used to watch people who were afraid of them and wonder. Sure. [...]
Filed under: autobio, buck up lil camper | 8 Comments
Feeling at home.
I accidentally left the bathroom door a little bit open while I peed.
Which wouldn’t be so bad if I was at home, but this was at the chocolate shop.
*shakes head*
Filed under: can't take me anywhere, like chocolate | 10 Comments
I just took a really long walk.
Not the traditional Thanksgiving, I know. The last few months have been such a whirl. I have too many friends. The beautiful bastards, dragging me out, with their good times and their free drinks and their listening and all that stuff. It’s kept me alive, and now I’m feeling a bit [...]
Filed under: Life in Little Italy, holidays, life is kind to me | 8 Comments
I shouldn’t have …
… have taken him outside to such a bright place, in the midday sun, and asked to face the sun and take off his sunglasses.
But I still think it would be hilarious if we used a photo of him crying for the Employee of the Month display.
Filed under: Brady, i love my job | Leave a Comment
Let’s get to misbehaving.
“We’re young, and cute as hell,” I said. “So the whole world is on our side. For now. This shit won’t be cute when we’re fifty.”
Filed under: life is kind to me, oooooolala, quotes, wicked | 13 Comments
Mine always come out crooked.
Mysterious Coworker: I get to make a turkey tomorrow.
Should be exciting.
Valancy Jane: I assume you mean “cook,” not “make.”
Mysterious Coworker:
Valancy Jane: Making a turkey would be hard, glueing all those feathers on.
Mysterious Coworker: Therein lies the excitement.
Filed under: actual conversations, foooooooooood | 10 Comments
Give us the microphone.
And then stand back.
Filed under: Brady, Vjanity, attention whore, aurora, booze, can't take me anywhere, dancing, music, prettypretty, shiny things, wicked | 9 Comments
“And ………. can I have a bite?”
Filed under: FUCK YEAH, Twinnie, can't be a good sign, can't make this shit up, foooooooooood | 8 Comments
It ends well.
Sumer – *tugs on waistband* “Girly, my pants won’t stay on.”
Valancy Jane – “I had that problem all weekend.”
Sumer – “Oh really?”
Valancy Jane – “So my experience says, just go with it.”
Filed under: actual conversations, mlb, oooooolala | 3 Comments
-
Tell me I'm pretty, dammit!
More Photos
