Grumpelstiltskin

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…