Look Ma! No Boundaries!

Nothing says, "Go start a YouTube Channel," like having 48 followers on your blog! Am I right? I mean, I might as well take another gut punch right to my confidence and bear my soul EVEN MORE PUBLICLY just so I can spend hours putting together content only to obsessively refresh my various accounts to... Continue Reading →

What’s your Goldschlager?

There are two things I will never consume again. Two things that will always elicit a physical (and very negative) response if someone even utters the words: Goldschlager and Reuben sandwiches. I just got chills and that nails-on-a-chalk-board feeling. Like, in my soul. We all have these things. Food scars (or drink scars if the... Continue Reading →

Lost in Translation

AKA Three Milk Cake I am excited about this one. Not because I necessarily think I will knock it out of the park with my wit and humor but because it makes me smile and reflect fondly on the little quirks possessed by the people I care about. Speaking of quirks, I've got a lot... Continue Reading →

Crotch-less Panties For Dogs

Look here people, I just call it like I see it. This is NOT my fault. I am in a mood. It is neither good nor bad, it just kind of exists. Which, to be honest, sorta perfectly describes the subject of this post. Crotch-less panties for dogs are neither good nor bad, they just... Continue Reading →

Top 10 Izzy Sploots (so far)

Listen y'all, it's been a crazy week. It's Friday. I need a little levity. So, for now, no deep thoughts, no diatribes about death and exotic dancers, no advice, no wisdom, no helpful commentary on how to be a better person. What we...what I need right now? I need sploots. And if you don't know... Continue Reading →

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