Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Haul out the holly
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Don't dream it, be it.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Nothing more depressing than re-knitting.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The continued adventures of being an addict
We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Stunt Boyfriend
Friday, June 18, 2010
Maybe Twitter is a better medium for my nonsensical thoughts.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Some disconnected thoughts
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Drain Bamage
Monday, June 7, 2010
"Sibling" is a relative term
I don't want to become a drug addict
Mo' money, mo' problems
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Why my boyfriend has the nicest friends
Saturday, June 5, 2010
"There's a contagious disease at the Bau Haus. It's called Enthusiasm!"
Why I am who I am
From the age of 9 to the age of 19, I spent my summers at Girl Scout camp. All of the counselors at this camp have “camp names” which they choose or are given to them, and a lot of time and effort goes into convincing campers that these names are in fact the counselors’ real names.
The first day of my counselor-in-training program was spent like most first days are, having forced “get to know you” time. We were discussing movies, and several people expressed their preference for horror movies. I hopped into the conversation, saying “I’m such a weenie, because I will watch a scary movie and laugh about it, but that night I'll be in my bed with the covers over my head saying 'They're going to eat me! They're going to eat me!'" At this, my counselor (whose camp name was Animal, a la the Muppet Show drummer) burst out laughing. "Weenie, that's hilarious, that should be your camp name!" In one swift move, my future was decided. From that moment on, I was Weenie.