Last night at my brother's house, I had a truly classic, Martha Stewart-meets-Leave it to Beaver evening: steak dinner, a rousing round of family karaoke with him, his wife and their two adorable children; followed by a mini-karate lesson from six-year-old Joe, princess coloring books with four-year-old Isabelle, and bedtime stories for both. ( Read more... )

In slightly more conventionally journal-y fashion, this is a bitchy entry about my mom. If this topic does not interest you, read no further ( Read more... )

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What are everyone's feelings on gated communities? There have been rash of car break-ins in my neighborhood, so now the "neighborhood association" is a having a meeting to assess what kind of "security implementations" should be employed. Apparently we "live next to the ghetto" (news to me?) and have to keep those "black boys" out of our white, ( Read more... )

Sigh. Wishing my girly Atlanta friends were on livejournal so there would be someone around to back me up on my undue Victoria's-Secret-Panties-Sale excitement. Hey, even I was a frilly peach once. I like underwear! So sue me ( Read more... )

Happy Deceptively Awful Shopping Circumstances Day! There’s nothing like being psychologically coerced into buying leftover Christmas crap that no one wanted for 70% off. Except maybe compulsively eating leftovers. I’ve considered my options and chosen to stay indoors today. *munch munch ( Read more... )

A rollercoaster day.

Woke up this morning on my sister's couch with a cat on my face. Drove thirty minutes home from Dekalb (read: where???) to attend an ass-kissing brunch...I mean, a Christmas brunch...at the over-decorated home of a local judge. Who compulsively dresses up as Santa. And my mom made me kiss him. Creepy picture to come.
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Welcome to my livejournal. The Living Journal of Me. Good luck in your quest for Information of Consequence ( Read more... )