tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52924024815981670812024-03-05T18:49:23.547-08:00The Most Boring Blog EverA blog of blatant blandnessLunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-58947343084971612692016-04-22T10:12:00.004-07:002016-04-22T10:12:58.215-07:00I felt a little guiltywhen I killed an ant this morning. It's a living being afterall.<br />
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It's a cruel world sometimes. Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-62842193312724106172015-04-03T09:59:00.000-07:002015-04-04T06:39:07.950-07:00Socks - My ChoicesI have a nice pair of socks...but they're too big for me. I wear them anyway because of the quality. Until today. I threw them in the trash. I'm sick of second best. Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-30602118018495963262012-07-01T16:08:00.000-07:002014-04-15T14:48:49.543-07:00Castor Oil PossibilitiesI'm thinking of buying castor oil. I hear it does a lot of stuff. But what is it? Is it from a plant? What's a castor? Hell, I don't want to know. I like the mystery!Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-14079362917694340312012-07-01T16:07:00.003-07:002012-07-01T16:07:34.306-07:00Did I Tell you I Found the Lost Pair of Underwear?I can't remember.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-42954635681201792072011-05-30T18:59:00.000-07:002011-05-30T18:59:24.084-07:00I Feel a Stupid Sense of SuperiorityWhen the mosquitoes are biting other people in my backyard and not me.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-10439689771055363792010-03-27T05:43:00.001-07:002010-03-27T05:43:50.337-07:00I Think...I need to meet Donald Sutherland and everything will be alright.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-69762596661264460922010-03-27T05:38:00.001-07:002011-05-30T19:06:30.783-07:00Mr. Shuffles Makes Everything Good Again<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKu9g6g5hYWXnqOcCTWe313n67qoviecAuW29XgSWbPpZRVJxC5sBUVpYgDP4mQPNEtBLtaOh1jmVfRZAn8ahQ0XzqSZapGyPSIWQtMWFwcJaMG0cOxAypZTVKJ1mfeCUbIK-FaKZytVDr/s1600/MisterShufflesAvatar1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453293224989186738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKu9g6g5hYWXnqOcCTWe313n67qoviecAuW29XgSWbPpZRVJxC5sBUVpYgDP4mQPNEtBLtaOh1jmVfRZAn8ahQ0XzqSZapGyPSIWQtMWFwcJaMG0cOxAypZTVKJ1mfeCUbIK-FaKZytVDr/s320/MisterShufflesAvatar1.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 192px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 182px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/beth_mann/2010/03/28/mr_shuffles_makes_me_smile">He's a special elephant who lived when he wasn't supposed to. </a>Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-75314990928828384692010-03-24T15:24:00.001-07:002010-03-24T15:25:50.638-07:00My DollsI like to refer to any pill I take as "my dolls." This includes aspirin and vitamins. If I can't find them, I like to say, "Where are my dolls?" real dramatic-like.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-76527080392344663942010-03-24T15:17:00.000-07:002010-03-24T15:24:01.075-07:00My Hair Dryer BrokeThe nozzle fell off and heating element was exposed. It was bright red and horrific looking! Like some sci-fi weapon. I fixed it but still...I know what lurks beneath.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-53453818293184582462010-03-24T15:14:00.000-07:002010-03-24T15:16:47.317-07:00The Other Beth Droped by TodayShe brought me a gift bag. It had:<br /><br />4 teabags<br />1 can of lentil soup<br />The first season of Friday Night Lights<br />2 beers<br /><br />I'm not sick or anything.<br /><br />That's what friends are for.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-61442914025822605302010-03-24T15:11:00.000-07:002010-03-24T15:14:05.575-07:00I Don't Use a Recipe when I make CookiesI just wing it. This makes me feel like a revolutionary, in a very small way.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-8804451506438937662010-03-24T15:09:00.000-07:002010-03-24T15:11:47.329-07:00Pete Gave me a HatHe made it himself. He knits. It's a huge hat. I don't like it. I won't put it in my drawer because that means I own it. So it lies on my bureau, taking up space. I'm beginning to resent that hat even though it was a kind gesture.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-31493909502035145682009-11-23T20:26:00.000-08:002009-11-24T06:03:00.053-08:00I Keep Leaving my Bike out in the RainThis makes me feel irresponsible. Each time it rains, I vow to change. But I do not. My bike is getting rusty. What can I do to break this vicious cycle?Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-88197806681445820842009-11-20T20:15:00.000-08:002009-11-20T20:19:28.387-08:00The Importance of a Good Can Opener<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kitchenniche.ca/images/can%20opener%20dalla%20piazza%2011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="http://www.kitchenniche.ca/images/can%20opener%20dalla%20piazza%2011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It can't be stressed enough. A good can opener is worth its weight in gold. Don't scrimp. Don't get the cheapos. It's not worth it in the long run.<br /><br />And no, not electric ones. You don't want to depend on something electric to open your cans. Think about it. And really, if you don't have enough energy to use a hand-held can opener, you should give it up.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-96409577209244142009-10-05T11:50:00.001-07:002009-10-05T12:08:34.572-07:00Still Haven't Found Black ThongI've pretty much given up hope on ever finding them. (<a href="http://youmakemeyawn.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-you-seen-my-black-thong-underwear.html">Read post for full story.</a>) There's hardly a day that goes by that I don't reach into my underwear drawer and wonder.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-72131516961628914752009-10-05T11:40:00.000-07:002009-10-05T11:44:32.735-07:00Orange Spot on New Shirt!How is it possible? And what is it? I just bought it. I can only imagine what gross thing it could be. Damnit.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-26710305988064045702009-09-05T11:44:00.000-07:002009-10-05T11:50:03.088-07:00Glitter in Car - Just in CaseI have a little vial of glitter in my car. Its been in their for years. I keep wondering why I keep it there...what event will I attend where I will say to self, "It's a good thing I have that glitter in the car."Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-11175862692659540802009-08-31T11:53:00.000-07:002009-10-05T11:56:10.735-07:00My Roommate Left his Soap Here and it Grosses me Out a LittleIt's deodorant soap and it reeks of crappy, guy-scented stuff. I want to throw it out but I keep forgetting. Plus I'll have to touch it and its slimy. I wonder when I'll ever get to it? <br /><br />Once while in the shower, I fantasized about sending him the bar of soap in an envelope.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-35593855596781952662009-06-17T06:53:00.000-07:002009-06-17T07:01:01.301-07:00Have you seen my Black Thong Underwear?I've lost my favorite pair of underwear and I'm curious if you've seen them.<br /><br />Most thong underwear is meant to slowly torture you. It's worse than water boarding.<br /><br />But this pair? Torture free.<br /><br />And now they're gone. Where could they be? I've looked behind my bed. I've looked in my closet. I've looked...they're gone.<br /><br />Do you know where they are?Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-49241678206460251542009-06-17T06:50:00.001-07:002009-06-17T06:53:07.074-07:00Edgar Allan Poe StampsMy friend gave me Edgar Allan Poe stamps and they're gorgeous. I swore to never use them. Hung on my wall, I stared at them lovingly. They are the untouchable stamps, meant for collecting only.<br /><br />That's until my cable bill was due and I realized I had no regular stamps. One Poe, gone. Then my car registration needed renewed. Two Poes gone. Then my passport needed renewed. Three, four Poes gone.<br /><br />The remaining Poes give me dirty looks now.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-46396640961171399622009-06-17T06:47:00.000-07:002009-06-17T06:49:26.871-07:00Muffler Tape!What is this glorious tape I've discovered? Is it magical? Has it been spun by angels? No doubt. No doubt.<br /><br />I wound this glorious tape around a rusted hole in my muffler and the whistling has disappeared! Forever! Never to torture my ears (or others).<br /><br />Muffler tape, I think I love you. No, I <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> I love you.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-30328588873004513492009-05-05T13:28:00.000-07:002009-05-05T13:33:12.745-07:00My Hairdresser BleedsMy hairdresser nicked her hand on her scissors while cutting my hair today. She started bleeding a fair amount.<br /><br />I bet her blood is in my hair right now and I'm not okay with that.<br /><br />Guess I could wash my hair though it looks really good right now.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-30741954345031748252009-05-05T13:25:00.000-07:002009-05-05T13:28:09.408-07:00When the Levee BreaksOne of the best stripteases I've ever seen was at All in the Family Lounge, a legendary, seedy strip club in Philly. The woman danced to Zeppelin's When the Levee Breaks. Now when I hear that song, I feel compelled to get naked or have sex.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-56853321136503981122009-04-03T06:19:00.000-07:002009-04-03T07:12:26.715-07:00Calling Person by Dog's NameMy friends' father is Chip. His dog is Buddy.<br /><br />It's taken me about two years to get that straight.<br /><br />When my friend Kenneth visited, I pointed out the father and told him to go introduce himself to Buddy. Which he did. "Hey, Buddy, it's nice to meet you."<br /><br />It was awkward for all parties, even for the dog who perked up his ears.Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5292402481598167081.post-62338037393210075972009-02-05T09:22:00.000-08:002009-02-05T09:27:22.000-08:00Cherries and ArsenicI stuck a pound of cherries in a juicer yesterday, pits and all (I figured the pits were good for you too, so why not?)<br /><br />My stomach started hurting after an hour. I went online and read that cherry pits contain trace amounts of arsenic and can kill you. <br /><br />Funny how little I cared. As a matter of fact, I laughed.<br /><br />"How did Beth die?"<br /><br />"Cherries. She cherried herself to death."Lunachickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093930936957519206noreply@blogger.com0