Destination Happy Place (a.k.a. Justin Timberlake’s Lap)

I've officially achieved a whole new level of crabby. Rocco:  Good morning, beautiful. Me:  Fuck you. I can't decide if it's day seven of consecutive overcast skies, hormones, delayed moving dates, aching joints, tornadoes, an impending visit with Aloysius, the lack of floating people on Saturday, my failed hard drive,…

Search Optimization-ish

What's the only thing more frightening than election results?  Ayup, the freaky search terms that lead people to my site.  I don't even know what to say about these anymore.  Of course, that doesn't stop me from rambling on anyway, does it? "lady gaga's bellybutton"  Really?  Of all the things…