This is a little more Molly Shannon and less Karen Carpenter, but it's the thought that counts, right? And confession time: I'm totally counting down the moments til Sir Paul is asleep and I can launch into my wild Friday night plans - binging on American Idol and popcorn. Do…
Scotty McCreery May (or May Not) Eat Pickles
In keeping with this weeks unofficial theme of "I swear I had something to write about but I keep forgetting it because I'm pretty sure I've stopped sleeping all together but I keep having these waking dreams and I can't quite separate them from reality but I'm relatively sure I…
This Isn’t About Sushi Porn At All
So first, please tell me there's some sort of spam filter I can add to my mailbox so I stop receiving countless photos of sushi porn. If I see one more slice of raw tuna I'm gonna spew all over this keyboard. Again. You know what doesn't make me dry…