First of all, I clean the commode like, every other day. And in cleaning, I find myself having to use Q-tips to get into crevices where I'm not sure how dirt (yea, let's call it dirt) even gets there.

Characters: Me, Andra (quiet but not too quiet), Jen (a tiny, quiet, reserved girl), and Lola (like me but louder) Scene: last stop on a 4 stop pub crawl, Pickle Barrel, a small pub, the back corner booth,

I managed 2.5 hours of sleep for like, the 3rd time this week, up at 5:30, yelling at kids to get their sorry asses out of bed, that I did my time in elementary school and I was real sorry it was their

This was about 6 years ago.... I've since become only slightly better at coloring my hair myself. the pink in my hair: adjusting the camera lighting to see how my scalp is dyed hot pink. Oh yea! My outfit

I was harshly awoken to my asshole of a phone alarm after a solid 4.5 hours of sleep. That, is not my gripe. As the day has worn on, I've remembered my dreams, which were, needless to say, out of the ordinary.

I babysit an 8 year old (and her 9 year old sister) that I refer to as "E" in my ever increasing tumblr posts of her quotes. This kid has negotiation tactics that make the KGB look like they

I lost another designated driver! First, my selfish niece up and moved off to Australia to be with the man she loved. The nerve. Then, THEN, through no fault of my own, my best friend lost her drivers