I was at a lovely little neighborhood restaurant grabbing a quick lunch when I noticed that one of the men entering was, in fact, in his pajamas. I can’t decide how I feel about this one. On the one hand, noon can be very early for some people on a Sunday. It’s a neighborhood hangout.
By now, I’m sure you have heard that the young actress who plays Blair on Gossip Girl had a sex tape on the market. I have no idea what the actual details are—how it got out, if she knew she was being taped, what genius ex-boyfriend decided he hadn’t had his 15 minutes yet, or
I got this email regarding a new show on MTV, and the title was entertaining enough for me to pass this on to you guys. Why do I have a sinking feeling that I will end up on this show? === I’m working to get the word out about MTV’s new reality show, “Is She
Ever feel like you are caught in a revolving door of advice? I feel like I’m caught there right now. It’s been pointed out to me that I’m not making as much of a concerted effort to meet men as I have in the past. More than one email has inquired as to whether or
One Wrong Move… One of my favorite lines from Californication comes courtesy of Marcy who is providing sage and time-honored advice (and a bikini wax) to a porn star: “One wrong move, and you’re the ass licker”. As much as it pains me, my friends, it is clear, I am the ass licker. Naturally, this
[Please enjoy the synopsis of my day today] Kate: So, that’s a “yes” then? X: No. Kate: So, the answer is “no”? X: No. [confused look] Kate: So, that leaves… X: Not a “no”. Kate: But if it’s not a “no” then it’s… X: Not a “no”. [silence] Kate: hmm. X: Indeed.
I’m certainly not the first person to sit around with her friends and wax poetic about the finer points of a handful of well-known handsome men. My friends and I might disagree about which “celebrity” guy floats our particular boat, but it’s still not unusual for us to get girlie and giggle (even at this
My friend Pen threw down the gauntlet today. I have been challenged to a battle of wills (because somehow a battle of apathy seems impossible). This is her contention: I will not find a date in the calendar year 2009. She thinks I’ve allowed myself to become distracted by work, more work and fantasy men
Here are little known facts: If any part of your Sunday night is spent thinking, “I’m not a religious person, but if that Rapture thing happens right now, I won’t have to go to work tomorrow”, you know it’s going to be a rough week. If you exchange texts with a friend [ahem, you know