Shell: I’m going to open this bottle of champagne. Shell’s Mom: What’s the celebration? Shell: Me opening this bottle of champagne.
Monthly Archives: February 2010
Pennsylvania is so Sunny
Some say Pennsylvania’s sunny But I prefer to say it’s gunny Okay maybe that’s not funny But either way it’s way too punny I know Okay
Season of Change
Today was a celebration! We celebrated Solaris’ 4 years of existence ana Angry Chef Boy’s 30 days of sobriety. I’m celebrating both with a nice Napa Cab. It’s from a winery called Bohemian Highway–the last bottle misplaced amongst the Vermouth’s and covered in fingerprints. I … Read More →
Founds.
My head has been spinning the last month. I’ve been a whirl wind of change and unfocused energy. No logic, no structure, no strategy–just movement. I suppose I was hoping progression would bring about the solutions I was looking for: cover more ground and your … Read More →
Dancing with the Stars…er…Therapist.
Issue 1: Confront Your Fears. Today I had my first therapy session: instead of Freud, however, it involved the Fox Trot and the Rumba. D and I have decided to forgo the traditional routes of “and how does that make you feel” by dealing with … Read More →
Little Miss Lola
I’ve been looking at scooters for a while. I knew I loved the little Italian doll when I first laid eyes on her. 30 minutes later the papers were signed and she was mine. She is spending her last night in the shop, getting her … Read More →
The Assassination Attempts
Miss V and I went to lunch with the mayor…Thursday? Friday? I can’t remember. I tried to kill him with a fork. It was an accident of course. I grew up in an Italian-Polish family, where we all speak with our hands. Of course, you … Read More →
Oh Madness: Poor, Neglected Madness.
I should update you, I really should. It’s just that I am so exhausted. I’ve been switching back and forth between caffeine and wine and now every cell in my body is dying for a two gallon bottle of gatorade… just to soak in. In … Read More →
“I’m not a hooker,” he says repeatedly. “I’m a surrogate lover.”
The United States has its first male prostitute. Leave it to Nevada. I’m attempting to read an already discombobulating article on the New York Times in the middle of jumping up to put Iz on the potty…three times. I’m not sure if it’s the Coca-cola … Read More →
Adventures With the Angry Chef
Tonight: 1. Angry Chef stops by tonight (*surprise!) to scream at me about being a whore…because I wouldn’t tell him where I got the twenty dollars from in my pocket book…that he found out about a week ago. 2. Then he tells me he is … Read More →