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An open letter to spammers

Dear guy-that-keeps-sending-me-multiple-viagra-emails-every-single-day-of-my-life: Yes. I know that I’ve continued to shut you down by ignoring you, installing a spam filter, asking to be taken off your list and informing you that my name is actually not “Mr. Jenny the Bloggess” but... (Continue reading)

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People in the country need xanax too.

People in the country need xanax too.

Okay, so first of all my kidney infection was doing much better until last night when I seriously considered removing my left kidney myself because it hurt so much but it’s behind me and I’m not that flexible so then... (Continue reading)

I missed Victor and I’m ready for him to leave again.

I missed Victor and I’m ready for him to leave again.

Victor’s home (yay!) and he leaves again tonight (mother.fucker.) but it was nice because when he got home from his work retreat he was all “I’m exhausted.  Can you rub my temples?” and I was like “Um…I have piratitis” and... (Continue reading)

I seem to have disturbed some kind of Indian graveyard

No Sunday wrap-up today.  I have an acute kidney infection and Victor is still out of town so I’m letting Hailey be in charge of the house until he gets back.  Nothing’s on fire yet and she made me lunch... (Continue reading)

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Surprisingly, I don’t really know how meth works on your genitals. Please stop asking me.

Surprisingly, I don’t really know how meth works on your genitals.  Please stop asking me.

Today I wrote a post on my sex column about all the really horrific google searches that bring people to my blog (but that I didn’t want to write about here because that’s just going to result in even more... (Continue reading)

Oh. That was…unexpected.

You know what’s awesome?  When you’re having a crappy day and the doorbell rings and there’s a guy with a package that you need to sign for and you smile excitedly at him and you’re all “Awesome!  I love getting... (Continue reading)

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You would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say “Thank you for helping me dig up my dead dog”.

You would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say “Thank you for helping me dig up my dead dog”.

Disclaimer: You shouldn’t read this. So I called a million (a million = 14) places to get someone to come disinter my dog that was already partially disinterred by the horrible vultures that I attacked with a machete but NO... (Continue reading)

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It’s fairly obvious that we’re related. Also, we deal with pain through laughter in our family. Stop judging me.

First of all, thank you to everyone for being so supportive about Barnaby Jones.  You made me  cry (in a good way) and I needed to do that.  It’s almost Sunday and I’m supposed to be writing my weekly wrap-up... (Continue reading)

RIP, Barnaby Jones Pickles

RIP, Barnaby Jones Pickles

I didn’t want to write this but it feels wrong not to since I share so much of my life here.  This isn’t a funny or entertaining post and you have my full permission to skip it. Yesterday Barnaby Jones... (Continue reading)

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Hostage letters from the spam folder

Hostage letters from the spam folder

Actual comment stuck in my spam filter: I’m not gonna approve it, but I am giving him points for creativity.... (Continue reading)

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I stole most of these pictures

I stole most of these pictures

And finally…part 4 of my Blogher experience (as lifted directly from my journal).  Parts 1, 2 and 3 are here.  I swear I’m almost finished, y’all. Walked to a public party at the Volstead.  Hid in the bathroom, as usual.... (Continue reading)

I can’t think of a title and I need a drink

I can’t think of a title and I need a drink

I usually do my weekly wrap-up of shit-I-did-when-I-wasn’t-here on Sunday but I forgot because I thought yesterday was Saturday.  Which was quite a rude shock when I woke up this morning, I assure you. This week on Ask the Bloggess: Cyber-bullies... (Continue reading)

Unimportant trivia: Padma was once married to the guy who wrote “The Satanic Verses” (which I always refer to as “The Vampire Diaries” because I’m bad with titles).

Unimportant trivia: Padma was once married to the guy who wrote “The Satanic Verses” (which I always refer to as “The Vampire Diaries” because I’m bad with titles).

Part 1 and part 2 of my Blogher summary are done.  Part 3 starts now: I was asked to do a cooking competition at Blogher and I would have said no except that they said that I could create whatever... (Continue reading)

Stop being an asshole, New York

Stop being an asshole, New York

This is part 2 of my Blogher experience as recorded in my journal and I would recommend that you read part one first so that this part would make sense but honestly I don’t think that’s going to help either... (Continue reading)

Dear New York Airport: Maybe next time you could have us land in a pit of vipers that are also on fire. Just to keep things new.

Dear New York Airport:  Maybe next time you could have us land in a pit of vipers that are also on fire.  Just to keep things new.

Last week I was at the Blogher conference and it’s too complicated to write about so instead I’m just going to re-write the notes I jotted in my journal while I was there because I’m really tired and I believe... (Continue reading)