While I’m tempted to say “Gesundheit”, I will refrain. It seems I’ve made the newspapers once again. This time in Belgium… and China. This is not the same story run in The Independent last week. I went from Euro to…
Archive | August, 2004
since I never say…
August 4, 2004
I told you so, I’ll just show you this:
Yes, it’s the absolute worst photo ever taken (thanks Chris). Could I more closely resemble a sow? And Ray is so busted checking out my bust. The point is, you should…
and that’s one to grow on
August 4, 2004
Dating is just like taking the S.A.T.’s. Everyone asks how you did, and you’re either too embarrassed to say or you want to scream it from the rooftops. The S.A.T.’s don’t really measure much of what you’ve learned or accurately…
off the shelf
August 3, 2004
I never really had to scrape. I mean there’s always American Express, so I never lived on pancakes, dined on cereal, or feasted on Ramen. In college, I baked a wheel of brie on 325 degrees while I wrote my…
bachelorette number 1
August 1, 2004
Gyrating men in thongs with fire hoses don’t equal Scores or VIP Room. Men invite women who can make their vaginas wink, peel hard-boiled eggs, and serve ping-pong balls across the room. Lap dances and meat-whistles make up many a…










August 5, 2004
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