What Possessed Me

Eye Break: Gabriele Wilson

 

I love you, Book Cover Archive. You too, Gabriele Wilson. 

Also: This is making me outrageously happy. Which is good because Vernie just pooped in the shower.

 

Because it's been a long time

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, WHAT'S CHRISSY SNOW DOING HERE?

Ready for my cameo

This year's office gift giving racket was a vast improvement from last year's Secret Suckage - an event that filled me with so much rage that I had to look at bunnies online for two hours to calm down. I was hell-bent on getting good shit this year, so I followed the rules: I wrote a long list of STUFF I WANT on the back of an index card and handed it in. 

Little did I know that everyone else wrote, "I have everything I need; please donate the $20 to the Vaginal Fistula Foundation." WHAT A BUNCH OF SMUG PANTYWAISTS. THANKS FOR MAKING ME LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF MY BOSS, GUYS.

(Meanwhile, I got a really nice pen, the money for which could have been used to repair someone's vagina, but wasn't.)

So now I'm all, "I am all about giving to others this holiday season - that's just who I am and how I roll." Except when it comes to cameo rings from Erie Basin. Because pretty things are good for the soul and the positive energy they create will save the world.