The Featured Post Blog

A collection of the featured posts as they appeared on mo'time

by: DJGroovySlug

Yes, that's me, in all my glory, gracing the headlining blog blurb in the Washington Post's Express' Blog Log feature, where they quote random blogs on local and national events. Which means: I'm a published author.  If you'd like me to sign your copy, I'm okay with that but if you see me on the street, I'd appreciate it if you respect my privacy. 

Really, don't let this affect my relationship with you.  I'm still a normal gal!  Just writin in my blog, making wacky comments about life.  I'm like a sitcom but only better because I can make you brownies.
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posted by: howard at 16:43 | link | comments |

by: dpassmore

She is a little, skinny, pretty bitch...

Among all other things, last Friday I acquired my latest greyhound, MG's Oreo.

Oreo is a 59 lb, black and white, spayed female. Here she is on my back porch yesterday doing what greyhounds love best -- sleep: Oreo raced at the Naples/Ft. Meyers greyhound track in Florida for her entire career. She raced in somewhere between 89 and 92 races (the record is unclear), and she won 11 of those races.
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by: Yoshick

1.) I went to an all-women college, an all-girl high-school, and a very, very tiny middle school where all the male students were permanently unattractive and victims of adolescent pizza face. However, despite numerous opportunities and frankly, better options with my own gender, I have never had a female-female experience. Or any desire to do so. As a result, it has been decreed by several schoolmates and a variety of colorful people of the opposite persuasion that I am, in fact, one of the straightest people on earth. The only reason why I don't have a badge yet is because honestly, I cannot think of what on earth would go on it. A monochromatic rainbow?

2.) I actually hate receiving compliments. They make me extraordinarily uncomfortable. As a result, whenever anyone tells me that I've done well, I reply with "I could've done better." When they say that I'm pretty I suggest they get glasses. When they say that they're wearing their contacts so that one won't fly, I imply that they might need a stronger prescription. When they say that now that they look closer, they can see that I'm kind of a stupid bitch, that's when I get excited, clap my hands and blush. Amigo, now you are talking my language. Welcome to Yoshick Country.
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