startswithanx | February 25, 2009
Jake gets annoyed that I go straight to the front row when I’m looking for a parking spot. It can be Christmas Eve at the busiest mall in town with no heat in the car and crying kids in the backseat and I will still cross my fingers for the Front Row Joe space.
It can [...]
startswithanx | February 24, 2009
Today is February 24. It’s the day my friends always confuse for my birthday. It’s two days after the day I was born. It’s proof that I was always 48 hours wiser. It’s Shelby’s birthday.
(New readers, take this detour.)
Don’t reach for the Kleenex. It’s not that kind of party. This is a happy day. A [...]
startswithanx | February 20, 2009
That is my shower caddy, ladies and gentlemen (when I say gentlemen I mean you, Jake and Badass). Every time I step foot in our shower, I stare at this caddy and write a letter in my head. It’s addressed to haircare companies and it goes a little somethin’ like this:
Dear Assholes,
Um, what’s with making [...]
startswithanx | February 18, 2009
Why is it that the cars with the license plate covers bearing meaningful pieces of advice, like “Don’t hate” or the ones that want us to know one thing before we pass them in traffic — that they’re a “spoiled princess” — are never luxury cars? They’re always, like, a Saturn or a Pontiac Grand [...]
startswithanx | February 17, 2009
My birthday falls eight days after Valentine’s Day. It’s pretty pathetic that I didn’t realize this fact, like REALLY realize it, until my last boyfriend, Keith. Do you know what that means? Every idiot I went out with before him didn’t bother getting me shit on either days. Lovely.
Excuse the interruption, but I really must [...]