I was talking to an older co-worker the other day about the fact that I was looking for someone to replace my roommate who had just moved out. She asked me how I was going about this. And I told her Craigslist. She looked at me curiously and stated how terrible and scary it was… Continue reading Hunt for a Roommate
I wrote the title to this blog on a post-it and put it on my desk before I left work – just so I wouldn’t forget. I imagine anyone who saw that post-it maybe surmised I had self-worth problems: why does she believe that she hasn’t merited creamer? Fear not: I have excellent self-worth. I… Continue reading You Don’t Deserve Creamer! Yes, Exclamation Point! And another
I am a person known for her controversial opinions and no filter approach to the distribution of said opinion: is there anything more grotesque than a person who doesn’t express their true feelings under the guise of respect or kindness or responsibility. I call those bitches fake, but I usually befriend because I don’t like… Continue reading I Hate Soup
So, the Patriots lost. I guess that happens from time to time. It was a tough night to be a Patriots fan; really it wasn’t so much the loss as the smugness of people who didn’t want them to win. I perhaps don’t understand the hate against the Patriots because I became a Patriots fan… Continue reading I’m a Patriots Fan and That’s Ok.
My name is Ofmommy. Actually it’s Brutus the Wonder Pup but for some reason mommy said that I should say Ofmommy. She says it’s funny. My mommy sometimes doesn’t make any sense. Like sometimes she makes food and doesn’t give me any. Sometimes I even tell her that it looks like she’s getting a little… Continue reading Handdog’s Tail (yup, that’s the title)
Recently I devoured a burger, really just shoved that thing in my mouth – I didn’t have much of a choice because it was so thick (and does it sound sexual? Yes, but eating that burger was a sexual experience). I had burger juice dribbling down my chin; my hands smelled like onions and beef.… Continue reading I Care about the Earth, kind of…
I don’t believe in resolutions for the new year nor self-improvement really (I’ve made mention of this before); but recently, as I stood up and my knee was like, ‘wanna rethink that one?’, I thought to myself, ‘Bex, you’re in your 30s now (but I basically look like a baby prostitute, only with the cynicism… Continue reading Life is Sweet