Monthly Archives: May 2007

Talk About Blow Jobs.

Talk about Blow-Jobs.
Having a real life job really does blow.
That having been said I’m going to post this quickly because, as Pia so kindly remem­be­red, it is my twenty-second birth­day.
For those of you who suf­fe­red through the little gem tit­led
Underwear-Tomatoes-and-Twentieth-Birthdays,
or this one tit­led You Say it’s Your Birth­day,pos­ted hapha­zardly on my twenty-first  —  I thank you for han­ging

The Altruistic Orgasm.

I have just figu­red out what’s been repla­cing sex in my life.
Via a WAPO:
If It Feels Good to Be Good, It Might Be Only Natu­ral
It seems via research of Moll and Jor­dan Graf­man, neu­ros­cien­tists at the Natio­nal Ins­ti­tu­tes of Health, that the moral com­pass might be built in to our func­tio­ning brain and that those without

Dirty Girl No More.

The “dirty girl” now has clean archi­ves. As with anything, once it’s clea­ned up it can go out in public, so I’m allo­wing them out now. Check them out via the menu bar on top. The posts I trans­fe­rred from blog­ger a year ago are still a mess, but in the mean­time I

How to get Cooper to read your blog — passing thoughts.

It’s a mere few days before “gain­ful employ­ment”. Some might call it “the track to a career” and still others “the daily grind”.
I spent my college years not part­ying like it was 1999 as some, but thin­king of nothing but get­ting out and get­ting on with it.
Now I sit here, quite con­tent really. Neverthe­less