http://damselindigress.wordpress.com are you there, tequila? it's me, damsel. Wed, 23 Jul 2008 17:03:49 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en The trouble with trying to make 100 Jello shots for your 25th birthday, you learn, isn't the selection process of Jello flavors since - deep sigh of relief - there are plenty to secure your very grown-up theme of "rainbow" quite easily. Nor is it the task of procuring all the necessary alcohol because a little more than half a handle of Smirnoff, some Jose and Bacardi should already be on ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/06/25/25-going-on-21-and-48-months/ Multiple webpages displaying various party frocks decorate my computer monitor right now.   Hectic office setting? Sorry, you can be damned.   In two days, it will be my birthday. And while some people may take this time to reflect on What It Means To Be A Quarter Century Old And Still Not One Step Closer To Owning Their ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/06/04/im-going-to-ask-you-to-dress-me-while-suggestively-hinting-that-im-naked-until-you-do/ You would believe me, wouldn't you, If I wrote that I've been on a three day bender that's kept me from updating you all on my great, glorious news? Sadly, yes. You would. Well, I haven't been. Not for the entire 72 hours of the last three days, anyway. But I have been very, very ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/06/02/ding-dong-the-witch-is-dead/ Or a nearby city, county, state, whatever, and you enjoy tequila and champagne. Or whiskey. Or scotch or gin or whatever you consider your poison. Hell, if you think you may enjoy sitting around and laughing at a crazy Asian chick that has a tendency of inadvertently bouncing her tits around when she's excited ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/05/29/if-you-live-in-chicago/ By Guest Postin' Friend    For the past couple months, I've been haunted. Not by regrets nor by ex-boyfriends, as Carrie Bradshaw would have you believe, but by an actual (meta)physical ghost. A fabulous ghost, but a ghost just the same.   I'll explain.   I moved into my apartment last summer after two years in ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/05/23/the-haunting-or-how-i-learned-to-love-the-spookiness-a-guest-post/ I once tried to see a psychic after spotting a curbside sign.     The sign wasn't some otherworldly cue from the magnanimous cosmos (which would probably make for a far more interesting story), but an actual sign. A sign with colorful, big, stenciled letters in inviting rainbow paint that splashed an anomoly among the harmless trees and homes that lined that particular stretch of Main Street ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/05/22/signs/ Once upon a long time ago in January, a lovely bloggette tagged me to do a meme. And I held out for a solid five months. Because everyone knows you should wait until you're really, really ready when it comes to your first time.  But my meme cherry? Is so getting popped today. When facing the imminent return of a boss who has been out of town since MAY NINTH, one weeps ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/05/20/eat-my-eight-shorts/ Lately, I've begun questioning if I want this blog to remain anonymous.    I'm not a dis-attached person. I never have been.   And I'm lazy, too. Keeping up a secret identity is a lot of work. Look at Batman! He's so burdened.    Some people cry that it's weak sauce to write anonymously. That it's shifty to not put your name ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/05/15/i-anonymous/ What about?   Well, mainly, America's shrinking world presence and the prevalence of terrorism and that devil Al-Queda and, also, the hunt for Osama Bin Laden to the gates of hell, people, managing to keep completely in line with the other obvious themes of that hallmark day in a person's life - optimism, promise, hope. I was positively inspired afterwards ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/05/13/he-also-gives-a-fantastic-graduation-speech/ Had we been born a family of Greek humorists, my father - he of one seeing eye - may have appreciated the comedy in being called Cyclops from time to time.   But we are Koreans. Who pride ourselves on perfectionism (Ed. note: Uh), discipline (Ed. note: No), the use of metal chopsticks, love procured through ... http://damselindigress.wordpress.com/2008/05/12/injustice-is-blind/