I have an addiction to subscription boxes. It’s a small addiction, though– you know, like to caffeine or to poppers. I’m not mainlining anything here is what I’m trying to say, but there are a few boxes that I can’t seem to quit!
Oh hello there. It’s me again (me is Jeremy). And I’m here to help you stay classy and sassy! That’s right, it’s time for another installment of Good Design, Bad Design! This month, pastels are making me smile, while sod is making me grumpy (and a little gassy). Continue reading
Ooooh boy, do I have some crap for you this month! And as a bonus, we’re deciding between three wonderful tchotchkes instead of the usual boring two! It’s like a less messy ménage à trois up in here! Continue reading
Happy Mother’s Day, my fellow cheap asses! I dedicate this post to all you cheap moms out there! And remember, just because you’re cheap, you don’t have to be unhip! Continue reading
For Douglas’ birthday last weekend, I made what might be the gayest cake ever. It’s a strawberry cake with a cream cheese brownie bottom. And because one layer of cream cheese is not enough, I topped it off with cream cheese frosting– which was, of course, infused with hot pink food coloring. This is one fabulously gay treat! Just like me! Continue reading
Apparently there is something in the news about balls, so it got me thinking… about balls. How is this different from any other day, you ask? Well it’s not, my fellow ball lover (you know it’s true)! And to prove my affinity for balls, I decided to take some pretty pictures of them: Continue reading
When I was a little kid, I used to have daydreams about becoming best-friends with a giant whale (I named her Sally). And after the whale would die (from natural causes!), I’d open a restaurant inside of her. Because who wouldn’t want to have a meal (no whale though) inside of a large dead mammal? I mean, it would obviously be decorated very stylishly, but it’s still a little twisted, right? At the time, it was all a very classy affair! Continue reading
Hi friends! And new friends! Just a quick dose of cuteness to get you through the afternoon! Continue reading
I was hoping that they’d name her Diana, but I guess Queen Elizabeth said “hell no, cheerio chap!” Or something Britishy. I’m not totally disappointed though, because I think Charlotte is a classy name. I can’t wait until she’s like 22 when we see her in tabloids with the headline, “Char Gets Charred at the Altar.” And we can all revel in her misery– that’s our right as former British subjects, isn’t it? I think I saw that in the Constitution, next to the one about Freedom to Have Arby’s Fries.
It’s been awhile since I read the Constitution. Continue reading