A Gaiman/Sedaris video post in which I horribly embarrass myself for the sake of two people I adore

Vladimir, this is for you. I hope both you & Neil Gaiman can forgive me for the bad reading style. Lal, this is for you. I hope you’re happy, and may David Sedaris have mercy on my soul.

You know what? I don’t need pants. I’m in Ukraine.

I have a long, warm coat to keep me comfortable for when I am outside. When I get inside, and take off that coat, half the time, I am no longer wearing pants. That’s right. I have begun pairing long tank-tops and tights. I wonder what took me so long, to be honest. This isContinue reading “You know what? I don’t need pants. I’m in Ukraine.”

All aboard the douchecanoe!*

One of the benefits of being single is going on bad dates, and then telling people about them. OK, maybe that’s not actually a “benefit” to most normal people, but if you’re a weirdo like me, in love with a good story above all things, it’s definitely a welcome side-effect. “This might suck right inContinue reading “All aboard the douchecanoe!*”