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PREGNANT IN LA
March 17, 2012 09:03 -
MY TRIP TO LA
March 17, 2012 07:03 -
THE HENRY SOFA
March 10, 2012 18:03 -
THIS POST SUCKS
January 16, 2012 08:01 -
KNOCKED UP AROUND PALM TREES
October 25, 2011 14:10
Archive for the ‘Divorce’ Category
CD COMPILATION: MARRIAGE WOES
Why aren’t there music compilations for certain times? I need a “Marriage Woes” CD compilation. Right now, I’m playing the same song over and over, and over and over: Brandi Carlile’s “The Story.” But I could use a little diversity in my depression…I need some real tear-jerker songs… Maybe I’ll look up Joni Mitchell or [...]
I HATE PEOPLE WHO DON’T EAT WHEN THEY’RE DEPRESSED
I hate people who don’t eat when they’re depressed. The people who say, “I can’t eat. I’m sad. I’m losing so much weight. Food doesn’t appeal to me.” Well…I just made myself A PLATE OF PEEPS. Who the fuck does that? Do you know what PEEPS are? They are yellow bunny marshmallows normally consumed during Easter. [...]
TONIGHT WAS A HARD NIGHT UNTIL I GOT AN E-MAIL FROM PLAYBOY
Okay tonight is hard. Sorry to document my hour-to-hour feelings, but the computer and I have been bonding. So, tonight stinks. Reality is setting in, and I’m definitely angry. I’m really angry. I’m at my computer, crying, and I hear a “beep” – a new message. It’s Playboy, and they’ve sent me an e-mail to [...]
ALRIGHT, BACK TO WRITING. ENOUGH WITH THIS CALENDAR CRAP.
That’s the ‘cynical Jamie’s’ title above. She (I’m talking in 3rd person), is thinking that this blog is becoming too “Jewish Calendar focused.” We need to get back to the blog. Back to complaining about my husband, back to talking about my sex-life, lesbian dreams and living in LA. BACK TO RELUCTANTLY LIVING IN L.A.! [...]
"WHY HILLARY COULDN’T BE PRESIDENT," BY….MY HUSBAND
My husband did some really deep thinking this weekend, and blurted out his epiphany: “I KNOW WHY HILLARY CAN’T BE PRESIDENT! DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?“ I’m thinking…Bill, her aggression toward Obama, her vagina, the way people judge a President based on their vocal patterns… “Why?” I asked, giving him the momentary time of day. [...]