Monthly Archives: March 2007

I judge.

Please don’t judge me for it.
Within minutes, and on occasion seconds, I form opinions of you and your little dog, too. I almost can’t help myself.
If your house smells like cat urine, my assumption is: that you have at one time or another left your car windows down in the rain. Rather than [...]

overheard in northern virginia

Kris: Women in this restaurant are staring at me funny. Do I look like a hooker or something?
Mom: Not since you learned how to style your new haircut right.

kris-mess

Believe it or not, last night I had my first ever interview about this here site! (Not counting the weekly grilling I get from my mother given her assumption that each and every entry is about her and my voodoo doll of her likeness.) These two amazing bloggers were lovely enough to spend about a [...]

Mutual Admiration Society

I neglected to tell you that I had a very festive St. Patrick’s Day. I confirmed via caucusing with the parents that I am ¼ Irish prior to heading out in my “Everybody loves an Irish girl” tee shirt, not to mention the gold and green windmill antlers I attached to my head for the [...]

Relish the red onion!

Today was another Weight Watchers* weigh-in day. Did I fail to whine about being back on the Dub Dub again? Well I am. So suck it.
So for the past two weeks I have successfully managed to lose, and for effect I will wait for an insert-your-own-drumroll-here moment, a whopping .4 pounds. As in the U.S. [...]

Month Twenty Four

Dear I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Wino,
You turned two this month. Trite as it most definitely is, it seems like only yesterday that you were born. I vividly remember sitting in my 400-sq-ft. apartment - yes, the one with the bars on the window - enduring hours of pain as I labored to [...]

Reason #1,007 I’m still single (and yes, I’m aware there are others, but I’m too damn tired to recall them all, thank you.)*

It was a nice morning in Washington yesterday, giving me that little extra spring in my step that just might get me cast in a Menthos commercial. So I cranked up the tunes in the ‘96 Sentra - Black Beauty to those who know her well (oh riiiiight, reason number 1,008!) - and I [...]

DC Moment

So I wanted to do so many things when the young man in the strange outfit saddled up next to me on the Metro on Saturday, asking with a finger extended just this much too close to my skin if I’d ever thought of getting extensions heeeeeere (while outlining the crown of my head, that [...]

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