Author: Pamie
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Die, Coffee Bean Girl. Die. Die.
teeth and nails Okay, so I wrote this entire entry and then the machine crashed, so I’m not so happy right now. I’m writing it again. I just heard The Corrs for the first time. I remember hating their music when they were called Wilson Phillips. Come on, you know Carnie’s pissed somewhere, with her…
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menstrual
there’s no “pre” here. watch out. Okay, all y’all just listen. I’m only going to say all this shit once, so pay attention. Hi. I’m pamie’s uterus. And let me tell you. I am angry as hell today. Angry! Aaaaangry! Who’s that talking in the back? Huh? Do you have something to share with the…
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squishycon 2001
my humble take on a convention devoted to me. This entry would have been up earlier if I hadn’t gotten locked out of my house on my porch after giving an interview this afternoon. I had been outside for so long I guess Ray thought I had left. Then the phone never stopped ringing. Hi,…
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go.
but come back, okay? I worked all day and I’m crazy-tired. Go read my Popstars recap, as that’s what I did all day long. No, and seriously, it’s funny. I promise. And stee asked me to remind y’all that he’s recapping Temptation Island now. Oh, God, people. It’s Squishycon tomorrow. I can’t even tell you…
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learning more lessons
can you go home again? Sometimes Your Parents Are Wrong, But It’s Best To Approach It Delicately Dear Dad, Here’s the history of >77 Sunset Strip. And, don’t get me wrong. I really love the barbershop quartet ending you’ve tacked on to the show, but… well, here, listen to the theme song of 77 Sunset…
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Michelle Takes Over
She Has Some Thoughts (by Michelle) I’ll have an entry up later today. For now, here’s Michelle’s guest entry from Friday I have a headache. I’m still fighting off the tail end of a bout with bronchitis. My job is killing me. My pets are too needy. I never ever hit green lights. I ran…
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Immune System Under Attack
Allison’s Three Days of Crazy (by Allison) I’ve been sick, y’all. For nearly a week. In my more coherent moments, I slung out the following. DAY ONE: My friends, my friends. Please help me. I’m sick as a rat. But I am here at work. I must prevail, you see. My boss, Napoleon, never calls…
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nice
my new free show. There’s all this water falling from the sky and I don’t understand it. I had to actually take things off the porch so they wouldn’t get “wet.” First of all, there’s a new billboard outside my bedroom window. Because it’s the law and the way things are supposed to be, there’s…