Last week I told a joke during my gyno appointment and we laughed pretty hard. I’ve never shared a laugh with a stranger mid speculum exam, so it was pretty special.

That thing when you’re getting a manicure and you start holding the manicurist’s hand without realizing it.

I think cat people love cats more than dog people love dogs.

Here is why: because we are still functioning as a society, despite the fact that at any given time, in any given 10-block radius, there are probably dozens of adorable pups being walked. And yet we march on to work or home, with a quick pet here and and “aww” there.

Can you imagine if it became the norm to walk cats and cat people had to pass a dozen of them on the way to the subway? We wouldn’t make it a block without laying down on the pavement and making kissy noises at Mr. Whiskers Squishyface. We would walk around with tuna in our pockets, you guys.

“‎Stay safe and never forget.”

A little heavy for an Amazon reseller email letting me know that my DKNY lip gloss shipped, but okay.

Let’s all make a pact to never again blog or tweet about:

  • how many unread/unanswered emails we have

I haven’t written in a while, so here’s a picture. The manfriend and I were in Arizona for Thanksgiving, and we spent a day in Sedona. That’s us at the Airport Vortex, one of Sedona’s four main energy vortexes. We hiked all the way up—my definition of hiking is just sweatier-than-normal walking—and stood by the twisty juniper trees. The energy at this particular vortex is supposed to strengthen your masculine side, which “they” define as being decisive and confident, and standing up to people, among other things. Today I sighed angrily at someone shoving on the subway, so I think it helped.
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I haven’t written in a while, so here’s a picture. The manfriend and I were in Arizona for Thanksgiving, and we spent a day in Sedona. That’s us at the Airport Vortex, one of Sedona’s four main energy vortexes. We hiked all the way up—my definition of hiking is just sweatier-than-normal walking—and stood by the twisty juniper trees. The energy at this particular vortex is supposed to strengthen your masculine side, which “they” define as being decisive and confident, and standing up to people, among other things. Today I sighed angrily at someone shoving on the subway, so I think it helped.

Phone calls from numbers I don’t recognize make me want to die

Someone mis-typed their phone number in a Craigslist ad that lists a home up for timeshare, typing my phone number instead. I’ve been getting a ton of phone calls and messages about it, and I’ve emailed the email address on the ad to no avail. Should I:

a) Set my phone on fire.

b) Start answering the phone and asking for deposits on the house via wire transfer.

c) First (b), then (a)

I think that if I broke down my blog by subject, it would be mostly about:

  • my PMS
  • my humiliating dating experiences
  • things I hate and find amusing about the subway
  • my cat, including pictures of my cat doing cute stretchy things


I’m really glad I have the URL on my business cards.