startswithanx | September 30, 2008
Jake is going out of town this weekend for a wedding. The slacks he plans on wearing are missing their button so my boyfriend has to go to a fucking tailor to get a button sewn on.
I feel really bad about it. Like it’s the equivalent of a man sending his girlfriend to Jiffy Lube [...]
startswithanx | September 29, 2008
Whenever people ask me if I like living in Vegas I don’t quite know how to respond. It’s not my ideal, but it sure as hell beats Salt Lake City, where I came from.
Here’s a good example why.
The last time I flew to SLC, I noticed something at the airport that pissed me off. The [...]
startswithanx | September 26, 2008
I keep forgetting to tell you guys this story.
Last month, Jake and I laughed our asses off in the sixth row of Chris Rock’s “Kill the Messenger” show. We hadn’t been out in a long time because we were (still are) in house love.
Anyway, I guess I’d grown so accustomed to just sitting on the [...]
startswithanx | September 25, 2008
The universe must be testing me and Melaina right now. Last night I pulled out some old videos she and I made and was brought to tears. Not because our friendship is nowhere near the Ya-Ya status it clearly was in the video, but because she was making me laugh my ass off — still. [...]
startswithanx | September 24, 2008
A friend and I met up at the Palazzo Friday night. I know this makes two weekends in a row that I’ve hung on the Strip, but I can assure you this is not normal. As a local, I think of the Strip the same way I think of cocksuckers of my past. There was [...]