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Meet Fanny, my vagina fan

August 16, 2012 / 4 Comments

Buckle up, kiddos. This post is vaginoriffic! (Now in new lemon scent!) _____ So as I mentioned in the last post, I recently went to the Mac Daddy of women’s blogging conferences. Do people still say “Mac Daddy?” Prob not. I laughed a lot. Like, a LOT a lot. I cried a little. I became exhausted,…

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Just call me Mrs. Hot Pocket (or) How not to land an affiliate marketing deal

August 8, 2012 / 10 Comments

Gawd, I feel like such a chump when obvious marketing works on me. But right now, you’ll need to excuse me while I offer bloggy fellatio to the marketing department at Hot Pockets for what they did at the Blogher Conference that I went to last week. Somebody at Hot Pockets needs to get promoted. It…

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It’s a major award!

August 1, 2012 / 0 Comments

This is a quick post that started as a Facebook status update. Then I never stopped typing so I just moved it over here. Which is pretty much why I started blogging in the first place. (BTW, don’t forget to sign up over there ——–> to get my new posts via email.) So glad I’m…

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Who has herpes? This girl!

July 29, 2012 / 3 Comments

  My friend texted me the other day: “Congrats on getting herpes!” So yeah. Yeppers. Apparently I have herpes. Not herpes herpes. As in down there.  I have herpes zoster. Otherwise known as shingles. Yes, you probably know it as thing thing old people get. And I’m 40, which is “young” to get this. Who’s…

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Dying alone. That’s gotta suck.

July 2, 2012 / 0 Comments

So dying alone. That’s gotta suck. That was my thought just now. It’s Sunday night. I’ve been drinking white wine spritzers alone since, like, 4. It’s been supah awesome. If it’s true that how we act when we’re totally alone is who we really are then I guess I’m a drunk, gluttonous pervert. Go me.…

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Growing skin: A completely disgusting metaphor on healing your life

May 10, 2012 / 4 Comments

I burnt the heck out of my knuckles the other week. I was making gravy at the time. I was happy with how it was coming out for a change. I finally learned my mom’s secret for making it nice and smooth, rather than having to chase flour balls around the pan and squish them…

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