Stick-a-Day #16 • January 29, 2012

It's time for my mammogram.

To those of you ladies who have not yet experienced the test:
It hurts like hell; you'll feel like some bizarre version of a
latter-day Giles Corey. 

Stick-a-Day #15 • January 28, 2012

I had a first date not so long ago—it didn't go well.
I did all the talking; he didn't have much to say. It was exhausting.
 
At the end of the date he walked me to the subway and invited me
back to his apartment. I told him no. His reply: "Oh come on.
I haven't had sex in SO long."
(He certainly knew how to make a lady feel special!)

Thank god the train came.
I honestly thought I'd never hear from him again, but he kept emailing
me until I told him I was seeing someone else.

He was outraged.

Stick-a-Day #14 • January 27, 2012

It rained today and so I took an umbrella with me when I left the house.
By the way, I pronounce "umbrella" with the accent on the first
syllable (UM-brella). It's how my father pronounced it.

Stick-a-Day #13 • January 26, 2012

When I traveled through Asia a million years ago,
I met a German woman named Silke. She told me that in Germany,
"She has a lot of wood in front of the hut," is euphemism
for "large breasts."

Stick-a-Day #12 • January 25, 2012

I'm a little worried that my full-time freelance gig
might go away soon.

Stick-a-Day #11 • January 24, 2012

I'm starting a podcast soon.
 This is the image I'm considering for the logo.

Stick-a-Day #10 • January 23, 2012

On November 6, 2011, I ran—and finished—the New York City Marathon.

People often ask me what my time was. I keep it a closely guarded secret.