Monthly Archive:: September 2012
This past week I have been checked out EVERY time I’ve worked out. Like stared down. At the Gym. At Bootcamp. At Runyon Canyon. Kathy Griffin strolled right past us on that more-social-than-struggle of a mountain, but
29 Sep 12
Last night a boy gave me his digits. I like to say “digits.” It makes me sound hip. Young. When my niece and nephew lived with me I caught on to all the cool new lingo. When
19 Sep 12
Here’s something I’ve never quite grasped. Dressing for the gym. We’ll just get this out of the way right now: the fact that I can even dress myself without being mistaken for a homeless man is remarkable.
“Hi. I’d like a Venti Iced Mocha. With Skim Milk. With an addshot. With only two squirts of chocolate. Please.” My stomach turns every single time I order.
15 Sep 12