I Am Michael Buble’s Overwhelmed O-Ring

I played Wax Tailor's version of How I Feel for my friend the other day, and she played the Michael Bublé version for me in response.  Both versions me into a beautifully relaxing, appreciative realm for all things within this crazy thing called life.     I have been sitting here for hours trying to get my thoughts... Continue Reading →

I Am Lana Del Rey’s Maligned Vagine

When I started writing, I wrote pieces focused on celebrity body parts in relation to life.  I have missed writing about things like being leaky colons and constipated assholes, so I thought I’d come back to an old style.  Today, I am focusing on a vagina. Dating articles make me generally homicidal: especially when I... Continue Reading →

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