It happens. My little girly brain thinks about things; even stuff not relating to ducks. But, as you know, thinking is tough for the penis-less. We’re just silly girls made for pairing and breeding; not thinking or obstinately expressing those... Continue Reading →
Get your hands out of your lap, Maintenance Guy. There's an axe with your name on it.
Of course, it just could be my mood. It could be the “reflective” part of my PMS swing. The part that is deep, contemplative, meaningful…right before the terror begins.
It all began when I decided that being the smartest, funniest, always correct, most meticulous and insightful editor, most fascinating writer, and extremely creative book cover designer in the room wasn't enough. I felt had to bless everyone by sharing... Continue Reading →
A rant about everyone stupid enough to piss me off. Which apparently are "humans that breathe."
Banana peels...they're everywhere!!
How to answer Google's interview questions, by an expert (who has never done it.)