If it takes more than 3 minutes to type, you won’t find it here. This blog started with humor and efficiency in mind, and it has quickly grown to be instead a vast library of my least significant moments. Enjoy!
Sarah is a starving artist in Alabama. She knows the agony of raising children for $8 an hour. She’s not afraid to take pills.
Sarah refuses to write one of those superior, randomized and web-cliche’d self-descriptions that embraces the appearance of ironic humility while attempting to gain the reader’s respect by “self-consciously” addressing retro trends like hot tea or knitting. She embraces the quotation mark and everything it stands for.
October 22, 2007 at 5:50 pm
So that’s the red hair eh? (Or at least it was at the time of this commenting)
I’ll refrain from responding further as it would most certainly be lewd and suggestive. After all, your mom does read this thing.
October 22, 2007 at 6:58 pm
The new red hair heard you. You flatter it, it’s blushing.
January 27, 2008 at 5:43 pm
Wayull, Lovey, I STILL can’t figure out where or how to post. Don’t even consider teaching me again. Quite apparently, it just doesn’t stick in my brain. So where does it go?
I just wanted to ask whether reading a written blog (as opposed to an unwritten one, I suppose) is a bit like having a conversation alone. So, here goes: Isn’t reading or writing a blog the same as having a conversation alone?
AND–YOU? Useless? Anyone—everyone–who knows you knows you are a gift from God to the world and to me. And I think you are 100% adorable.
July 21, 2008 at 1:51 pm
Hey, do you still check your blog? E me, mayrose10@gmail.com
August 14, 2008 at 11:03 am
i love you hana montana