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Pick Up Artist
When it comes to finding love, look no further than the Money Pit in San Marcos. That’s where I was yesterday when Cupid, forgetting for a cherubic moment that I was already taken, shot some poor
Terrible people
I strive to give people the benefit of the doubt; I should know better. My gut tells me people lie and cheat, that they’re selfish and terrible. But then my brain interferes and supersedes, always pushing
Photography Is Not a Crime
Parents can be irritatingly protective of their children. I get it — no one wants anything nefarious to happen to the innocent. But I don’t think people realize how ridiculous much of their sheltering really is
Drunk Baker
There are a lot of weird things people do when they’re inebriated. Some drunk dial (not recommended), others drunk drive (so very unbelievably uncool); some drunk smoke, some drunk kiss (or more, and stop looking at
Sitting Kills
I’m taking a stand, but not in the way you might think. In a few hours, a man is coming over to collect my desk, a gorgeous, glass-topped contemporary thing with geometric wooden shapes holding it
Hiccup Alert
I’m taking this moment on a late Sunday afternoon to prove to you, San Diego, that I have no shame. That’s right. If it’s funny, I will post it, even at my own expense. Last night,
The Clock Is Ticking
Perhaps it’s because I’m in a bad mood today, or maybe it’s because I’ve heard it one too many times this week, but regardless of the reason, I’m all in a huff over one particular phrase.
Service Situation
“You will not believe what I just heard,” Jane said. Her brows were raised in a classic and universal WTF expression. Before I could ask, she held up a finger and said, “I’m still on
From Cabana Boy to Baby
I didn’t recognize the number with the San Francisco area code, but when I read the text I picked up my phone and dialed it. Once Eddie grabbed the line, I said, “Does this answer your
Tupperware Haiku
“I need to give your Tupperware back,” Terri said. “I forgot you even had it, no biggie,” I said. It took me a second to remember why she’d have our Tupperware. That’s right, the leftover