Istanbul not Constantinople?

I went out with a boy the other day...after our night we were texting each other and he continued to tell me that when he got home "I had a cute black girl waiting for me here. Think I'll sleep on the couch with her tonight. Her name is Penny." Instantly I pictured a small Ethiopian woman that this incredibly attractive man I had just spent the evening with was going to snuggle up on the couch with that night instead of me. Yes, I was slightly jealous. It was not until days later that I realized Penny was his dog. Which, by the way, makes him that much more attractive.

Let's Give Them Something To Talk About

I just got this idea that drunk blogging might be kind of fun. Because I think I am pretty damn special while intoxicated. And, I might actually have something to talk about...

Filthy Gorgeous

I have this new habit of sleeping with earplugs in. My house is generally very quiet, my roommate hardly makes a peep, and I have never had such an urge in the past. Why now, you ask? Well, I just saw some at Walgreen's and thought, "Ooh! earplugs!"