startswithanx | November 27, 2009
I know everyone says there isn’t a college football rivalry like theirs, but unless you grew up in Utah, you have no idea how intense, how deep seeded, how life-or-death, how for-the-love-of-God-give-me-a-fucking-win a college football rivalry can really get.
It’s referred to as The Holy War for a reason. Yes, there are Mormon Utes fans out [...]
startswithanx | November 18, 2009
If you want to see a fantastic movie, catch “An Education.” If you want to see a fantastic movie, but don’t want to sit in a sea of senior citizens broadcasting a play-by-play of said movie, catch “An Education” when it comes out on DVD.
Asian Spice, Knochers and I all caught a matinee showing over [...]
startswithanx | November 13, 2009
I burned myself with the curling iron — again. Except the lovely brick red burn isn’t on my neck this time so, rather than look like I’ve been spending too much time under the bleachers, instead I look like I should be singing “My Name is Luca.”
Awesome. I love, too, that no one bothers to ask. [...]
startswithanx | November 12, 2009
I love Facebook relationship status updates. It’s the closest thing us common folk have to a publicist confirming to Us Weekly that we’ve officially broken up with a significant other, are dating someone or have tied the knot. So Mama got a little excited when I saw it.
Then I got a little sad and then [...]
startswithanx | November 11, 2009
Why is it so damn hard for women to coordinate schedules? I’m not talking about CEO’s or mothers of multiples, either.
As you know, Knochers, Asian Spice and I all planned to get together once a month for a sappy-ass romantic movie. None of us have kids and none of us have to make payroll. Still, [...]