COME THE FUCK ON, Bridget!

What's that the kids say when the ball rolls into another team's field? "Lil' help?"

yeah - I need you help.

Am. blocked.

No, not like that. (though most days you'd be right)

I mean, writer-blocked.

So, where you come in...questions for me? Ideas? Something you want to hear?

Am totally whoring myself out for you. My public. My friends. My.....soulmates. (you're my density, ...I mean - destiny!)

Just be breezey.  This site doesn't cure cancer or anything.

Winner of best of ideas, wins A Major Award.

And by major award, I just recently rediscovered the worst picture of myself and maybe I'll allow you to caption it.

For reals.

Listen- I'd help you out. Or maybe I have already.  Be mah friend.

Jesus. H, people.

Chip-chop-chip.

Thanks.

In the spirit of things that ARE a good read as of late (unlike these digs), might I walk you over to this gem about butter. And kitchen drawers. Burberry cars. oh yah, and arson.

Comments

[Ceece]

while I may have no decent suggestions I just want to say that now I have an insane urge to go daydream about Collin Firth. Thanks for that.

I'm always game for house stuff.

[Miguel]

Where is the kitchen before and after?

[jen from boston]

MIKE - WE ARE STILL WORKING ON IT?!!>>!

OMG!

[-R-]

I would love to hear more about your European adventure. Or tell us about crazy people in your neighborhood. I love crazy neighbor stories.

[Emily]

My votes with Miguel...you'd get some mileage talking about your kitchen remodel..... but whatever take your time and be all slow about it....slacker.

[mamatulip]

Oh, fuck, I am so brain dead right now...I can't come up with anything decent.

With that in mind, what memories do these words trigger?

crackerjack
relax
backfire
balls to the wall
break and enter
carousel

Now...write!

(I know this totally sucks. I apologize, profusely.)

[Jenny, Bloggess]

I want to hear your most embarrassing moment. Or your best bodily fluid story. Bonus if they're the same story.

PS. You're making me blush, my friend.

[Tim]

Tell the story about how you got busted when you first hooked up with Miguel!

Or...hmm...describe the accident that wrecked your car right before you moved into our apartment...or complain about the fact that we chose a homeless guy over you as a roomie...or talk about the ham in Ireland, "It's ham, ma'am."

[jen from boston]

Tim...heee - totally forgot about "it's ham, ma'am." Man, what a total bitch.

[Nancy]

Crap. I got nuthin.

But I want to hear the ham, ma'am story now.

[Meg]

Maybe your first (and possibly only?) ox roast story... "It's a marathon, not a sprint"

[Meg]

Or other firsts...

concert?
getting drunk?
BFF?
day of college?