One of my friends recently discovered that I like words and stuff, (what? you don’t read the AP Stylebook for fun?) and decided to ask me some English language questions,
One of my friends recently discovered that I like words and stuff, (what? you don’t read the AP Stylebook for fun?) and decided to ask me some English language questions,
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is
I’ve kept Bashful to the end because, well, he’s the most embarrassing. I don’t want to write what I’m bashful about on my blog! I’m bashful about it! Plus, being
Happy and Grumpy are two dwarves at war. One is perpetually, foolishly optimistic, one is bull-headedly, arms-folded-leave-me-alone, pointing his face stubbornly in the opposite direction. Oddly enough, I think most
I did it. I bit my lip, held in my screams and wrote about myself. I know all of you are thinking that I’m not only narcissistic, but crazy, since
Okay, guys, I need your help. (Yes, you. All three of you.) I’ve written some restaurant reviews for a Hungry? Thirsty? guide to Orange County, and they want a bio/self-advertisement
I have fought with myself long and hard over this. I’ve never thought of myself as a work-a-holic, but the strange stagnation of unemployment has assured me that I am