An Open Letter From My Fridge

Dear Kim,

Let me start this letter by saying that at one point, I had high hopes for you. You would go grocery shopping every Sunday, stock me with fruits and vegetables, and actually consume healthy meals. But  recently, you’ve been acting like a sad college freshman who steals bread and bananas from the Emerson campus cafeteria. Except now you’re 32 and you’re supposed to actually be able to take care of yourself like an adult.

It’s been a gradual decline into this level of pathetic-ness. Week by week, my food reserves have become more and more sparse, and now I have to call you out. My primary job is to keep water cold and to store half-stale bottles of salad dressing and hot sauce. The few times I do contain food, it’s jars of banana peppers which you greedily consume in two days. And don’t get me started on what you’ve been eating for dinner. Starburst is only considered dinner when you’re 5.

And what’s with the Red Bull? You hate Red Bull. Yet there’s always a nice tidy 4-pack chilling on my middle shelf. Watching you guzzle a can before your 7am workout is entertaining, mostly because your face contorts in a hideous wince as you realize it tastes like sugary carbonated poison.

One last thing: stop making a New Years Resolution to learn how to cook. You’ve failed at it every year since 2003. No one believes you anymore. Just own it and accept the fact that you’ll never graduate past heating up soup. And you’ve even messed that up a few times.

Love, your Kenmore

I’m Pretty Sure Satan Invented Adobe Indesign

I admit, I should subscribe to and buckle down and watch Youtube tutorials. My mounting anger toward Indesign is my own fault. I freely admit this. However…


If you’re one of those smartypants people who can fluidly navigate between billions of Photoshop layers and use the Magic Eraser tool without any problems (seriously, what does that even do?!?), then I applaud you. Photoshop and Illustrator are awesome for designing and creating beautiful things. Indesign’s a total poser who’s trying to ride on those coattails. Indesign is like the little brother who’s jumping up and down squeaking “Look at me! I’m cool! Look at me!”

But it can’t fool me. I know it was invented by Satan and gets manufactured from a fiery rung in Hades. And every time I open a file and the devilish little window rudely reminds me that I’m missing fonts, I want to throw a hot pitchfork at Satan and tell him exactly where he can stick those missing fonts.

I Wish A Unicorn Stole My Wallet

Sadly, my wallet was relieved of its duty to keep my license, credit cards, insurance info, and loose pennies all in one safe convenient spot yesterday. The upside is that it was stolen during a fabulous celebration for Gay Pride in West Hollywood. I like to think that my wallet was swiped by a unicorn, who needed it to purchase Skittles and glitter and fairy dust. Then the unicorn would sneak into a bar with my ID and slurp up ambrosia while having its horn shined with angel tears. Then it would shimmy around to “It’s Raining Men” while its luscious unicorn mane delicately glides through the air. So if you see a beautiful thiefy unicorn gliding around WeHo, please tell him that I’d really like my wallet back now.

Ermahgerd, This Meme Has Taken Over My Life

I realize this meme hit the worldwide interwebs over a year ago, but its existence has permanently infiltrated my brainwaves. Honestly. I’ve started to think, write, and speak in Ermahgerd. I’ve started calling my beloved coworker Ershley (translation: Ashley). At work, I write perpersals (formerly known as proposals). Last week I attended a Serminer (seminar) and caught the church giggles because Ershley wrote on her notebook that she was enjoying the Werksherp.

Herlp mer!

If you live under a rock and haven’t seen this meme, do yourself a favor and educate yourself. It will truly enrich your life.