I was 19 that summer. The city—like its inhabitants—was sweltering hot.
Beautiful 20-somethings poured like water from subways onto street corners and into restaurants and bars and old buildings. An urban pheromone factory, sex oozed from these golden gods as beads of perspiration gathered on breastbones and thighs hidden beneath stylish suits.
We were young. We [...]

Here’s a hip(py) tip for you:
If you are a New Age Mama who makes your own skincare products, it’s probably a good idea to keep your organic, rosemary-infused vinegar-based astringent from areas that are sensitive to this sort of concoction.
Specifically, areas like your eyeballs.
Even if you think it’s a great idea—even if you feel so [...]

Angelface and I have this friend. His name is Mike, but I like to think of him as Mister Misadventure. Mister Misadventure makes Hänni happy. While I’ve split my pants a time or two (or three or four), I’ve never unclogged a toilet with my bare hands and I’ve never forgotten to remove “I like [...]

Lately, I’ve been having a hard time getting some quality shut-eye. It might be related to the fact that I’m facing some pretty heady challenges both at work and in my personal life.
Most likely though, I can’t get any rest because my kittens are trying to kill me in my sleep.
Witness the horror that is [...]

OK so when it comes to MySpace there’s a thin line between blove and hate.
On one side you’ve got the antis. They are the hardcore kids –the Blogger babes, the TypePad titans, the warriors of WordPress. They are insatiable. They’d just as soon as cut you with their words as kiss you full on the [...]

Christophe Quoted:
“Hmmm. This tastes like ass. … That’s good though.”
Christophe sez, Coke Blak is Coke blech.
I would’ve been disturbed by my cubicle mate’s off color comment, except he explained it was in reference to Coke Blak. Apparently, Christophe was pleased that the beverage boasted a flavor so nasty, it would likely keep him from [...]

Some people like to skulk on Blue Monday. They complain, cry, rant and rave.
I personally like to sit on Blue Monday … mostly because that’s what I have stamped across the ass of my underpants.
And that’s what you do with underpants – sit on ‘em.
…Except of course, if your name is Smug Ellie and [...]

Hi, my name is Hänni.
I am irreconcilably bitchy.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m listening to a lot of screamo lately, or if the sugar-free/wheat-free/dairy-free lifestyle is going to my head, but damn!  The littlest shit is setting me off.
Today the cornucopia of my wrath is teaming with the yams and maize of my repulsion [...]

I read in the news this morning that American Idol contestant, Mandisa will not be performing at a pro-gay event. The unquestionably Christian singer speculates these kind of beliefs are what got her kicked of the show last week.
I disagree.
Having seen her last performance, I think it’s perfectly obvious why she lost the votes.
America is [...]

Wanna get me wasted? Here’s your chance!
Here at the haus, we love us some American Idol. Sometimes the performances really touch us and we’re driven to laugh, cry, smirk or smile. Most often though - after enduring 60 minutes Paula’s bad hair and the contestants’ bad vocals - I just wanna drink.
And here’s where I [...]