Tag Archives: Dooce Divorce

Tuff Shit

Who knew that Dooce believed in Tuff-love? She always seemed more… Oh, nevermind. She seems like an ice queen. The metaphor doesn’t hold. I tried. Internet, have we talked about this yet? Do we have a “Heather and Matt sitting … Continue reading

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Keeping my promise

I know, I know, East Coast. I said I’d post on Wednesday. I worked on 3 different drafts today, but nothing got finished. Pringles has an internal alarm that senses when I’m working and goes off in the form of … Continue reading

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