trippin’ on tampons, yo.

Okay the guys won’t understand this at all, but I’m sure at least one female reading will relate. God, I hope so.

So you know how annoying it is when you go to put a tampon in and you drop it in the toilet before you get it where it needs to be. What’s even worse is when you’re using the kind with a plastic applicator, so you have fish it out of the toilet or be ready to take on some serious plunger duty.

That’s pretty annoying. But the most annoying thing ever? What’s even worse than that? When you’ve already done your business (1, 2, 3, 48…pick your number) AND you’ve already taken your old tampon out.

So what started off as a rather mundane and very simple process has suddenly turned into a major event, an event of EPIC PROPORTIONS if you will, and all because your fat stupid moron fingers had to go and drop the freaking thing.

Think about that the next time you’re shaking some lady’s hand.


My new job is awesome.

I totally love it. It’s only been a week, sure, but it’s really great. I am just so pleased with myself. My first issue will be the June one, so everyone buy it. You can see my lovely little name along with everyone else who works on the magazine. It’s so freaking cool! I feel lucky to like my job so much.

Here’s a screenshot screenshot of my computer at work. Don’t you LOVE IT? Whoever made that picture is my favorite person.

Of course my happiness with the job is tempered by the Bruins season-ending collapse, made even more painful by the fact that I work not 400 feet from the rink. It eats at me, every day I go to work, walk around at lunch, leave at night. The big building looming over me, reminding me of all my heartbreak this season.

sigh. The only thing that makes me feel even a little better is knowing that Toronto, Carolina and Montreal all failed to make it, too. Last year’s Cup winner didn’t make the playoffs. It doesn’t get lamer than that.