Wear Confidence

You know the part in Napoleon Dynamite when Jon Heder, Napoleon, goes “Tina you fat lard come get some dinner.”? He was talking to me. I am Tina. Tina is me. unlike llama Tina, however, nobody has to ask me twice. You say food and I’m there at least when I haven’t taken my Adderall (zombie…

To Go Out or to Not Go Out… THAT is the Question

Here I am… makeup-free, no fucks given and any self-esteem I once had has flown not just south but into the Bermuda Triangle for the winter. Suddenly the pity party comes to a screeching halt when an invitation is extended via cyberspace. “Hey what’re you doing tonight? Let’s go out!” Bun intact, heated blanket already…