Just call me Grumpelstiltskin. I'm crabbier than Lindsay Lohan's couch cushions and I can't seem to break out of my funkagawea. Even reading a slew of vagina-related comments this morning on yesterday's post didn't pull me out of my funk. Well, that's not exactly true. Apparently I'm just not in…
Night o’ Light
Well. I'm glad I did it, but holy crap that was miserable...and I've got the cold to prove it. First and foremost, gold stars and David Lee Roth kicks for my team. I can't decide if my respect for them has increased because they made it out in such shitty…
Illumination
I have a few NYC tourist activities on my list of things that I MUST do, but somehow never have. I want to climb to the crown of the Statue of Liberty. I want to ride the Tram to Roosevelt Island. But the number one MUST do item on that…