Living in the OC, we get used to being harangued. We are honked at, swerved by and gestured wildly towards on the road, ignored in check-out lines and summarily dismissed
Living in the OC, we get used to being harangued. We are honked at, swerved by and gestured wildly towards on the road, ignored in check-out lines and summarily dismissed
909. Jeeps. Trucks. Dirtbikes. ATVs. Rock Crawlers. Rednecks. The Hood. Piercings. Tattoos. Military. Big Tires (not just in the literal sense). Rural. Wanna-bes. Trucker Caps. Grease. Free stuff. Beer. Step-kids.
I’ve always wondered why we have Car Wash Guys. I mean, I got my own car wash number out of the gas pump (I poked the button for “Yes! I
Hi, you have reached the desk of Dani Linthicum: hard worker, relentless dreamer and lover of much Diet Coke. She is currently away from her drab, small soul-sucking cubicle, on
Hiya, Internet. I’m a lil’ bored. So, I’m going to tell you something that is annoying to me. Would you like to know what it is? I don’t care, I’m
I have never painted my toenails this dark of a color. NEVER. Speaking of which, I’ve never really done the whole “painted toenails” thing. Or fingernails. Or spas or pampering
I hopped out of the car, (Adam’s fantastically bright blue Kia Sportage, lovingly nicknamed “Bonnie” by yours truly,) wet suit still dripping with salt water and grateful for the warm
Yesterday was horrible. Tons of meetings, pointless blame being thrown about, long-winded explanations for things that didn’t need explaining, plenty of crabby people and enough flourescent lighting and piped air to
Once abolish the God and the government becomes the God. – G.K. Chesterton I’m a do-it-yourselfer. I grew up taking trips to Home Depot with Dad, riding on the wide