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In case you ever wondered, and I am certain that you have at one time or another, this is what it looks like here at Jamelah World Headquarters while I am doing my research for this feature:

Classy.
Anyway, before I commence with the festivities, I want to say that I have had such a Monday. […]

There’s a post over at Burt Reynolds’ Mustache. I wrote it. It’s about cornholing. Go read it. The end.

I signed up for NaBloPoMo again this year, even though I didn’t think it was that fun last year. I don’t get it either, but anyway, the point is that I will be posting every single day during the month of November. Which means I haven’t been posting because I’m saving up all […]

I had a debate about posting this because seriously, I look like an escapee from a mental institution. If you know me in real life, do I really look that crazy all the time? Do I really mess with my hair that much? Or can I blame it on the fact that it […]

For the Composition Challenge, which I would be sad about if it were no more, I am going to write something that I totally don’t want to write. But I figure that my not wanting to write it means that it should be written. It’s not pleasant or uplifiting or funny, and… I […]

When I was 16, I thought I was deep. I smoked cigarettes and weed. I drank vodka. I would stay out as late as my curfew allowed (my curfew was midnight, and was dubbed “Anne’s Magic Hour” because, well, my mom’s name is Anne, and breaking curfew was something I always tried […]

So, this past weekend, I went with my mom and my dog and drove up to Traverse City to, you know, look at the bay, and stuff. It was a good weekend, full of all kinds of loveliness, because if you didn’t know this, Michigan is seriously ridiculously awesome. And here’s a question […]

Okay. So, here I am on video. I noticed when I watched it that I am not using the low, smoky voice that earned the phone sex comments, because I don’t talk that way normally; I just save it for special occasions, like when I have to leave voicemail. Or when it’s […]

Okay. I promised a review of the trashy romance novel that I read, and I know you’ve been waiting. So, friends, it’s business time.
The Calhouns: Suzanna’s Surrender, by Nora Roberts
How I came to be in possession of this book is entirely inconsequential, except I’ll say that it’s my mother’s fault. This particular […]

Just say yes, okay?
It turns out that I have been really busy lately. I know, sometimes I say I’ve been busy when I mean that I’ve been sitting around in my pajamas eating Pringles and thinking about how I should maybe do something… or something. But this time I mean it. […]