"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha..."

I Tumble For Ya

When I was in the fifth grade, I thought Boy George was straight. 


Also, as a teenager, there was that moment I realized it wasn't normal for parents to visit the liquor store every day.

When You Can't Have Chocolate

I have the flu. No more sick days.


I made an incorrect deposit. My account is almost overdrawn.


I forgot to call my boy-thing. He's ignoring my texts.


My neighbor's music is so loud and on so long I missed the exterminator because I thought it was her. GIANT cockroach in the kitchen. It was dead, thank Obama.


My favorite jeans split up the crack. No more beer.


I'm 1400 miles short of a plane ticket home for the holiDAZE. Skype Grandma?


A new one of THESE just makes it all better.  I love you, Bobbi Brown.

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