Ginger
in which i somehow forget to crown a ginger!
You guys. YOU GUYS. It’s almost August and I didn’t even pick a Ginger for July. What in the actual butt is wrong with me. There is no question mark at the end of that sentence because there is no legitimate answer. I just, ugh. It isn’t even fair to choose a Ginger now, is [...]
in which i’m seein’ you naked. maybe you got a tank top on that’s a little too small.
I’m a few days late, with excuses that I’m too lazy to type out, but Ginger of the Month! Yay! So, Louis Szekely is this month’s poster boy. I’m such a dummy, it hadn’t even crossed my mind that Louis C.K. had an actual last name. Also, boning up on his Wikipedia’d life right now, [...]
in which i can’t believe i gave my panties to a geek.
Unfortunately, The Secret Life of the American Teenager is the worst thing I’ve ever seen, so this month’s Ginger has a sort of celebration-handicap, if you will. This doesn’t mean I love Molly Ringwald any less or that she isn’t as important as the Gingers I’ve crowned thus far, though. And, let’s be honest, we [...]
in which ned was an attractive emerson college football player who dated nancy exclusively.
I am the worst titian-haired amateur sleuth who ever lived! My dearest Nancy Drew celebrated her 80th birthday yesterday (well, anniversary of the release of her first three books – The Secret of the Old Clock, The Hidden Staircase and The Bungalow Mystery) and I had no clue! I’ll have to mark the date in [...]
in which i was an old lady when i was little.
I think we were all strange little people when we were younger, so I’m not going to act like I was the only kid who watched the concerts on PBS instead of, like, cartoons. Right? At least one of you did the same thing, probably. Well, anyway. I usually have a relevant reason to knight [...]