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Well. Now that Christmas has come and gone, and I have watched It’s a Wonderful Life and cried when Harry Bailey says, “A toast. To my big brother George — the richest man in town,” because yes, I really am that sappy (I don’t know how it manages to do it, but it […]

This morning I called my grandmother. When she answered the phone, I mustered my best Southern accent. “Yep. You up?”
She laughed. “Yeah, I’m up. Are you up?”
“Yeah. You always ask me, so I figured I’d return the favor.”
“I heard you ain’t workin’ today.”
“Nope. Got the day off.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah. Mom said you might need some help […]

Observe:

On the left, we have the fashion faux pas known as culottes, and on the right, we have the trend that is currently sweeping the sales racks at Target known as gaucho pants. What is the difference between them? Nothing, save the fact that culottes are typically made of seersucker and are favored […]

You do. Unfortunately, you’re going to have to settle for reading, but I’m sure you’ll be okay. And here it is:
Password, Password, Who’s Got the Password?
Right, so, hey. You might have noticed that I haven’t been updating. Of course, you also might not have noticed, or figured that it was normal, […]

We’ll just call this a celebration of things that are wrong.
#1: My Office Building
I’m not writing about work, but rather the building where the work I do takes place. Its inherent flaw is in its setup, and during the winter months, this flaw becomes especially irritating. It’s like this, see: there’s a front office where […]

So hey, what’s up? I wrote this whole other post, but then after I finished it I didn’t feel like posting it anymore, so I saved it and maybe I’ll get around to figuring out why I hate it tomorrow. I don’t have much to report anyway, because things are pretty much the same as […]

Dear The Weather,
You know that blizzard business that you are inflicting upon my part of the earth right now? Yeah, stop it.
Love,
Jamelah
Dear Guy Who Always Comes In My Office And Runs Straight For The Bathroom,
Put the seat down. You are outnumbered.
Sincerely,
Jamelah
Dear Leo Tolstoy,
I hate Anna Karenina. So there.
Regards,
Jamelah
Dear My Hair,
I really don’t […]

Today on my way home, I was forced to think about how much I hate John Mayer. Why? Well, because his song “Daughters” was on the radio, and even though I changed the station (quickly, I might add), I was distressed because it got stuck in my head even though I only heard […]

As I was sitting here, eating chunks of pineapple right out of the can (never let it be said that I lack class), I realized that I had nothing whatsoever to write about, except general angst-type things which nobody cares about anyway, really. So I started digging through all of my drafts that I […]

Because everyone loves mini-posts (and by everyone, I mean, like, at least two people, maybe), I thought I would write some. Ah, synergy.
Jamelah: Giving the People What They Don’t Really Want Since 1979.
Alrighty then:
a brilliant failure
Okay, so I design graphics. The Fonz in the Santa hat doesn’t remotely demonstrate how totally good at […]