are you afraid of the McGriddle? do you cry at the thought? wimper and wonder no more, thanks to the virtual McGriddle taste test. the things i do for you!

get out the ball jars! the virtual jelly making adventure confirms that i am a premature grandma. frugal, tasteful, and sticky sweet! oh, you wish!

i'm pretty much obsessed with great news stories. these stories are not 'fringe' or 'cockamamie' or nothin! god i love america!

more fun than pittsburgh, the long- retired footcam or crap photography, check out my junk drawer. make note of my bling bling truck.

so like, i bought this house in l.a. and i've been fixing it up. see the finished living room and bathroom. thank god i'm handy!

holy genetic crossfire! it's a virtual little brother visit! all the joy of obligation without the funky smell and dirty towels!

i am a little bit insane. you don't really believe me, do you? well! may i recommend a virtual lunch date? that oughtta clear everything up.

wanna accentuate some architecture? get your toolbelt and safety glasses! join me in virtual moulding installation! that's Ms. Vila to you!

a lot of those repressed memories have been popping up. all recollections have an element of drive thru windows. c'est la supersize vie.

tragic! anthropologists deny that a truly refined lady ever existed. one debaucherous night in hollywood excluded, what about me?!

a poem of love for my jemma:
luscious tiny pants
two red legs, so true to size
say
stare at my sweet butt.

bill wrote me a metaspy poem once. i returned the favor because i happen to be, as they say, nice-n-fun.com.