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I need to talk about money again. This time it’s less of a poor, poor Toryssa post and more of a fucking banks post.
I’ve recently opened a new checking account. New bank is more convenient and also? They offered me $101, a deal I couldn’t refuse. Old bank told me they’d […]

pervy photographer

School picture day as an adult… it’s far, far less exciting.
I forgot completely about the whole picture thing being today. My hair was a wild, wild mess. Wait, it IS a wild, wild (and unwashed) mess. My clothes not only didn’t match, but there is a STAIN on my cardigan. […]

Worse than WHY?

Duncan has moved on from the why stage. That’s a good thing, because why? after every. single. thing. you say is really and truly annoying.
But do you want to know what is worse?
GUESS.
No. Literally. It goes something like this:
Duncan: What does the inside of that house look like?
Me: […]

fruit & veg

One of the great things about summer is all the outdoor fruit and vegetable stands. I really, really love them. They aren’t especially cheap, nor do they have the best quality produce… but there is definitely something to shopping outdoors. It’s lovely.
I was at one the other day picking through the peaches […]

wondering

Do people have french manicures in France? Or is it like french fries, something we just call french?
Being that I’m going to be in France in a matter of days, this is the sort of thing that is concerning me at the moment.
Oh, and the fact that I have to see the father […]

wishing

… for the perfect pair of jeans. I hemmed an almost perfect pair tonight, which I’d never done before. Maybe that’s the trick. But really? I’m not especially short. I’m 5′6″. And I almost always wear heels. Yet, I cannot manage to find a pair of jeans that […]

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