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Rape Can Be Boring

GarfieldmondaysUgh, this Monday sucked So. Much. First, Time Warner in Brooklyn got completely shut down for a while, making it impossible to do my job, which meant that I'd actually have to get out of my muumuu, take a shower, and drag my ass into the city to work at my company's new office, which I've never even been to. I walked into my bedroom to get dressed and saw that there was liquid all over the floor. My first reaction was to blame the dog for pissing, but I noticed that there was just way too much fluid, and I looked up to see that water was pouring out of my ceiling, and the ceiling was actually like falling apart and shit.

So then I had to get on the horn with a plumber, who wanted to charge me $125 an hour just to look at the fucking mess, then I had my editor on the other line, who wanted me to dictate the text of my post to her, so she could throw something up on the site during the internet outage. Everything was so hectic for about an hour. Then by the time I got on a pair of ratty jeans and a T-shirt, the internet was back. Then I went to take a piss and saw that I was spotting, which is totally weird, because I just finished my period a week ago. I'm thinking it was from the stress. Oh, and I didn't even mention that I'm in the middle of quitting smoking and was on my third day of Zyban/Welbutrin.

So I finished up my work day, and didn't even think about the fact that I didn't have time to eat the entire day, and I didn't even have time to do anything about that, because I had to go do this live interview thing with Lizz Winstead right after work. So I put on some makeup and dragged my ass over to this little basement theater in SoHo.

When I got there, I sat down next to Moe and immediately began pounding cheap wine, to cut my nerves. (I get terrible stage fright.) I guess the medication and the empty stomach made those two glasses of wine feel like 50, so by the time I went up for the interview portion, I was pretty fucking blotto. The whole thing started out fine, but then veered off into this like super intense convo about rape. (Christ, if I never have to talk about that subject ever again in my whole life, I'd be one happy hooker.) Anyway, I thought this thing was supposed to be a comedy show, but to be honest, I didn't really do my research on how the interview was really gonna go. I tried to make some jokes, but they fell super flat. ("I don't get raped because I live in Williamsburg, and all the guys there are pussies.") It all seemed really horrible at the time, but now, looking back, I sort of have to laugh. I mean, to our friends, it was just Moe and Tracie being Moe and Tracie—drunk, irreverent, drunk. (The interview segment was called "Thinking and Drinking.") But to these 21-year-old college girls in the crowd, it was Moe and Tracie, letting them down. I mean, I honestly believe that I was making some good points about stuff here and there—uh, except for the part where I inadvertently called women who are date raped unintuitive—but it just got out of hand, and the discussion turned into Moe and Lizz talking about Moe's date rape, and I just mentally checked out, and poured myself another glass of wine. I actually found myself being bored, so I can only imagine how it was for people in the audience.

Anyway, our friends were nice to us afterward, even if we got a lot of "Yikes!" cringe-y looks. They bought us shots and we decided that we would get as drunk as possible in order to forget this whole debacle. Then I decided that the best way to end the night would be to make out—because I was on a roll with the wise decisions that night, one of which was to steal some passed-out drunk dude's sandals because they were easier to walk in than my heels—so I drunk texted someone I'd been advised to play it cool with. But whatever, 'cause I made out and that made all the difference in lightening my mood.

The hangover this morning was killer. Not only did I feel like the contents of my head were put through a meat grinder and then ice cream scooped back into my skull, but I got major shit from my editor for misrepresenting the site I work for. Oh, and I may have totally fallen for some false intimacy bullshit, after months of successfully avoiding giving into my "feelings." But I can't even wrap my ground-up brains around that right now, even though I secretly like that I can still smell his hair on my pillow. Ugh. Mondays!

Comments

are you able to elaborate as to how you misrepresented jezebel? and were you there as a representative of the blog?

Fuck. I hate when I forget I haven't eaten, and proceed to drink. Numerous beers later, I agree to a wet t-shirt contest...but that's another story.

I only know the Tracie I read here (and watch via Pot Psychology), but I love ya! May the remainder of your week be markedly better!

Delete his number, it always works for me. Even if you can remember it off by heart normally, being wasted can sometimes affect your memory in a good way. What are you gonna use it for again anyways? Thought I owed you some advice, however useful, after I now constantly steal my new favourite mantra from you- 'What Would Judge Judy Do?' Hope the rest of your week goes better!

Hmm.. I read about this on other blogs and I have to admit: I'm a little disappointed. Still love ya and think you're a talented writer, but I read about this on other blogs and it sounds like you & Moe really acted the fool. I honestly would've been offended if I were in the audience. Oh well, shit happens I guess. Again, still love ya!

:/

I had this issue last night - had a dinner party for friends and drank wine while cooking, serving, etc. and never got my own meal in! Was being set up at my own dinner party and ended up looking like a fucking idiot, my friend who did the set up seemed pretty annoyed. I am hungover and watching THS on E! and there was just this quote about families forgiving their alcoholic rock stars..."blood is thicker than alcohol", so in the end those that love us will forgive our drunken, slurry, ridiculousness.

like, whatever. i think that williamsburg rape joke is funny.

Sorry about all that, Slutty. If I can give my two cents worth, Zyban/Wellbutrin don't go well with alcohol at all. I took it for depression for a long time and everytime I drank I got much more wasted than I'd be before the Wellbutrin. I was totally out of control a few times and started having black outs and amnesia the morning after. It all stopped when I switched meds, which was good cos that was only making me even more depressed :P

that rape joke IS funny.

Embarrassment over behaving stupidly while drunk is what led me to become an alcoholic and now i can't drink at all. So like, don't do the hair of the dog thing/drown sorrows or eventually it will lead to you not being able to drink at all. avoid this.

Eff your editor. Like, is she going to pretend that she didn't completely know what she was getting into when she hired you/encouraged you to make public appearances?

I saw the whole thing, and while it was cringeworthy at times, all in all I couldn't help but feel like you guys were trapped. I mean, how did we go from a bad topical comedy show to a drunken interview about rape? What are you like the fucking new rape ambassador or something?

Lizz should have known better than to build you and Moe up as these bad ass representatives of new feminism and then expect you to recant your statements just because she didn't like what you had to say. It was kind of boring at times, but mostly because it just seemed like Lizz wasn't going to let the rape thing go until you guys admitted she was right and you were wrong. Personally, I'm glad you didn't cave, even it it would have mercifully moved the conversation in a more light-hearted direction.

As for catching shit from your editor, or letting down your fans, fuck that. You and Moe were drunk and controversial, and based on pretty much everything I've read from you guys, that's kind of your thing. How exactly does someone who's billed as "Slut Machine" on the masthead mis-represent the company anyhow?

Oh, and the Williamsburg joke was funny. At first, I wasn't even sure you were joking, which made it even funnier.

False intimacy is drunk kryptonite

that sucks. I've been there, sort of. Drunkenly alienating the people I was supposed to impress. If it makes you feel ANY better, I was really pleased to see you in Missbehave! My boyfriend's sisters came over unannounced last night and I can only assume they thought it was some tame porno mag, what with the giant banana and words "HOT & STICKY" on the front (I had conveniently left it on the floor in front of the toilet). Actually that would be a perfect example of me drunkenly failing to impress, as I was making a pizza, two home-made whiskey & cokes in, when they knocked on the door. "Oh hi... welcome to our disgustingly messy abode. Care for a a slice of cat-hair pizza?"

yeah, it was bad. mostly moe though. girlfriend needs to be in therapy.

So what are the other blogs? I'd like to read about this more in-depth.

I had the same question. It would be interesting to read about this from a third-party perspective (audience member, blogger, whatever). What other blogs wrote about it?

bossmann & needlenose:
google is your friend. i found about 6-7 blog entries by typing in "shoot the messenger" "tracie" and "moe."

ugh, did you see that one cunt who wrote an entry about it that talked about putting down toilet paper on the seat because i have herpes and i once had gonorrhea 3 years ago? what a whore bag. about three people in the minuscule bathroom told me they "loved" me. if i ever see that bitch again, i'm gonna get all L7 on her, and finger myself and wipe my hand across her mouth. also, for someone who criticized me so badly for the things i said and the outfit i wore, she got a lot of fucking details wrong, including the fact that i wasn't even wearing a belt.

disclaimer: I am a dude from williamsburg, I thought the dude from williamsburg joke was hilarious. I started reading jezebel after being put off by gawker's increased focus on the celebutard-blurb. I thought jezebel's writing was much...better, and continues to be, and it wasn't until after a few days of reading that I got the girly thing. yes, I am slow.

I was at the show and I certainly didn't think you or moe misrepresented jezebel or alienated your audience, or for that matter sucked.

I wish there was more talk of oversharing and less talk of rape, but I thought the writing what you know stuff was spot-on; how else can you be honest as a writer/journalist or uh, blogger, or whatever the fuck people identify as these days? bloggerista? bloginatrix.

anyway, please don't think that everyone left the show with a shitty taste in their mouth; me and my vag-having pal both left impressed and amused, and Lizz gave a tough interview. we also spent the rest of the evening talking about flavors of feminism and white american guilt's role in the election and all sorts of other fun topics; and that's really the point, right? to get people talking?

also p.s. that comedy intro sucked.

Yes, I saw that entry.

a) it's not like you rubbed your cunt all over the toilet seat
b) even if you had, she would have been privileged to place her haunches where yours had once been
c) she was mighty rude for mentioning that. f'realz. where are her goddamn manners?

i like you, tracie. i feel like i can connect with your writing, and all the things you say and do that people are so outraged and offended by are what make you human. i like that, as it brings you down from a pedestal that we, as readers, subconsciously put you on. so continue being you. doesn't mean i'll always agree, but if i wanted to spend my day with every single person holding the exact same thoughts and beliefs as i did, i would join a cult.

i read the review where the girl felt it pertinent to say she felt compelled to put extra paper on the toilet seat and honestly, it was the only thing that stuck out to me in the article. that was bitch ass if i've ever seen it, and completely irrelevant to the story. vilifying someone for being open about their stds is ridiculous. if she wanted to think logically, she would be doing that to all toilet seats for the rest of her life, because she won't have the privilege of knowing who sat on every single toilet seat before her, or if they have stds.

either way, her little dig at you did nothing but make her out to be a petulant child.

me again. i got so curious i googled for those "other blogs" that were "so disappointed." sounds like a shitty situation and old hat feminism taking a turn for the worse in your wacky interviewer. and those disappointed bloggers were dumb fuckheads too, especially the underage one complaining about not getting to eat pretzels or whatever. as i see it, woman on woman sexism/"abuse" is much more rampant now than ever. maybe feminists should be paying attention to that? i know it's addressed on jezebel.
like, you know who you are and it's good shit. (who you are, i mean, is the good shit.)

actually, sam, the underage one had a very well-thought out response and really seems to respect the hell out of tracie and moe, even if she had some criticisms about the event. i wasn't bothered so much by hers than other less friendly and more judgmental blog entries (like little miss i'm-irrationally-terrified-of-contracting-std's-from-a-toilet-seat).

"I don't get raped because I live in Williamsburg, and all the guys there are pussies."

I find that hilarious actually, but maybe I'm a terrible person.

Re Sam: I am the underage girl who bitched about not getting pretzel sticks! I'm disappointed that's the only thing you took from the entry, especially since I fully admitted the reason I didn't get pretzel sticks is because I didn't have the $5 needed.

And thank you, Grace, I do respect the hell out of Tracie. Her writing - on this blog, and on Jezebel - is important to me personally, but also in the larger scheme of things. Tracie, you are helping to change the way the world views women and sex. I don't think I can even indicate with words how awesome that is.

That said, I'm sorry I stressed the "disappointment" in such an apparently blatant manner. Really, I was just confused about the whole thing, came home and wrote about it in a frenzy, (HELLO runon sentences) and had NO idea it was going to spur this kind of reaction. I would have never, ever in a million years guessed Moe or Tracie or any of you would read it. I wasn't trying to be hurtful at all.

And um, that other girl posted that link to the unnecessarily mean entry in my comments section which was both bad blog etiquette and just plain obnoxious. I would use the toilet after you any day, Tracie!

You're welcome, Jessica. I appreciated your insight into the situation.

What I've learned from the internets: when one chooses to be as [ahem] exposed as lovely Tracie chose to be, one opens oneself to harsher criticisms and more vicious snark. People seem to think that if you're brave enough to let it all hang out that you should take whatever hard knocks they feel like dishing without complaint or defense. However, those people are relying on bullshit logic.

Being open about your body and sexual experiences is awesome and I admire the shit out of Tracie for doing what she does. If people think it entitles them to be able to rip into her, then they are being intellectually dishonest hypocritical bastards. Everyone delights in her missteps and eagerly pounces on any chance they get to tear her down. Fucking savage if you ask me. You'd better be damn lucky you beasts have the anonymous mask of the internet to hide behind. It's the only thing that gives you the courage to say what you do anyway.

I have so much to day about the dumb woman who wrote the eatfreecake post. She thinks that all women are inssecure? Um, no. That dig that she expected you to be disheveled bc you call yourself Slutmachine? Um, no.

oh hey okay, sorry! i retract my comment, i do. i completely confused your pretzel comment as being from that other blog lady who fumed about her toilet seat privileges. i apologize. your blog was good. you do seem sweet and informed and respectful. i just got weirded out by the pro-ana thing and couldn't tell if it was a bad joke or sweet nostalgia, that's all, then got confused. you are no fuckhead! like, i am just an uninformed reader. okay, i'm done.

ps: also i am really bad at this blog commenting thing. i don't really get it. sorry to all reading. i just don't think this chick (i mean tracie) should catch shit from anyone, even though i don't really know her. god bless the internet, huh?

Okay-- I'm usually a happy lurker, but this really peeves me off, so please forgive my rant. I just read what that little bitch said about you, Tracie, and that was truly a low blow. I totally understand why you are pissed by her whole commentary, particularly since she "admires" you so much. WHATEVER.

**For the record, Gonorrhea is a BACTERIUM, just like what EVERYONE else gets when they have a UTI or strep throat, or a plethora of other infections we ALL get. Slut Machine took antibiotics and she NO LONGER HAS IT. It took guts for her to admit to us that she even HAD it at one point in her life. She certainly didn’t have to. Why are people now exploiting her brutal honesty, something that was once so highly regarded as feministic? What Tracie shares with us is the absolute embodiment of feminism, and it takes courage to do so. It's incredibly misogynist to support her when she's being salacious or entertaining, but denigrate her character when she DOESN'T AGREE WITH YOU. Surely being a feminist doesn't mean that we all have one view? I imagine quite the opposite.***

It sounds like both you and Moe were blindsided. Plain and simple. Had you known the host was going to bust out some serious topical shit on you, I'm sure you would have prepared for that. The show was totally supposed to be a lighthearted discussion on sex and pop culture, intermingled with a few (many!) alcoholic beverages, but instead, she threw you a total downer rape curveball. That's seriously fucked up, particularly since: 1) you were liquored up and didn't possess your usual rapier wit =), and 2) let's face it, rape isn't your most favorite subject as of late. I think your editor’s perception of your misrepresentation for Jezebel is misplaced; it’s much more a misrepresentation on the show’s behalf.

P.S. I don’t know what other meds you’re on, but your spotting could be related to Zyban. It usually takes a little longer (up to 7 days) for that to be a side-effect, but it certainly could be the case. The Zyban, combined with emotional stress, could have easily been the culprit.

That joke was funny. Getting date raped by a Williamsburg dude would be like losing a holding something above your head contest against John McCain.

You should have said to your editor, "I didn't misrepresent Jezebel, I Ms.represented Jezebel."

Also, maybe you weren't spotting. Maybe your uterine wall was just crying? Happy thoughts.

Tracie, I think you're awesome. so much so, in fact, that when I saw you at sway a couple of weeks ago, I was all star struck and probably freaked you out with my staring.

Anyhoo, I'm a female med student and not only do I appreciate you fighting the good fight for intelligent women who also like to drink, fuck, and have fun (and still have to fight against the old boys club, especially in my line of work) but I'd also sit on the same toilet seat as you. To say otherwise is just plain ignorant and retarded. Yes, I said retarded "eatfreecake." That is my diagnosis of you as an almost m.d.

Oh and I agree that the spotting could have something to do with a combo of Zyban and stress.

I got totally yelled at the other night for my offensive humor. I got stuck listening to a boring conversation in a bar, so I tried to "spice things up" by explaining how if men can tell rape jokes, I as a non-Jew should be allowed to tell Holocaust jokes. The people I was with agreed with NEITHER of these premises. You know that Rodney Dangerfield one-liner "These days I can only get laid because of who I am: a rapist."? I tried to use that as a fun example, but EVERYONE GLARED AT ME. I know how you feel, Tracie.

Are you taking the Wellbutrin in one dose per day or two (I don't know how Zyban is marketed)?

I'm taking one in the morning and one at night so I just skip my second pill when I'm drinking. My tolerance is still a bit lower, but I'm not under a table crying after one beer. If drinking is important to you (it is to me) and you're taking one pill a day, you can ask to be switched to Wellbutrin SR. Is Zyban in generic form yet? If not, then it'll be cheaper too.

Also, you can probably be prepared to lose an hour or two of sleep and not really notice. And, as you probably noticed, you'll occasionally forget to eat (it's in trials as a weight loss drug, apparently).

Good luck with quitting!

Tracie, I was more than happy to use the toilet after you the other night...not only because I really had to pee, but also because I (very creepily) got to tell you that I "loved" you while washing my hands. Sorry about the haters, girl.

Just a sidenote:

If the Jezebel editors are so concerned with you guys having marred their image, how come they're whitewashing what happened on the site? There's been no editorial or chance for you guys to defend yourself. Really, this blog entry should have been on Jezebel, giving Tracie a chance to say "Hey, this is what really happened."

I think it's strange is all I'm sayin'.

Tracie, I read Cristin's blog post. A cunt indeed. I'm sorry to have missed the show; I live in Boston and am forced to interact with bitches like this every day. The herpes and gonorrhea comment was shitty; and such a cliché dig. Aside from the grammatical errors, I was more bothered by the comment "they are a couple of a white, privileged young women who have never had to experience hard day in their lives". Is she referring to the series on Fox "when white privileged women attack"? Comments like those and similar deflate the entire purpose of what you and Moe were doing. This from a woman whose profile picture is of a blonde white woman stuffing chocolate cake down her throat. How very Darfur of her.

What happened to the idea that women are allowed to have their own individual thoughts and feelings? Why do we all have to conform to the same ideals to be considered "good feminists"? I just get so fed up with the backwards mentality of "If you don't think and feel exactly the same way I do about everything not only are you wrong but you're a bad person too." That kind of thinking is the height of bigotry. You're awesome Tracie. I really admire your bravery in the face of so many who want to hate just because you're opinion differs from theirs.

"What happened to the idea that women are allowed to have their own individual thoughts and feelings?"

"what a whore bag... if i ever see that bitch again, i'm gonna get all L7 on her, and finger myself and wipe my hand across her mouth."

i dunno, but i'm sick of all things jezebel-related devolving into shallow name-calling and infighting. fer chrissakes, isn't the internet sandbox is big enough for everyone without calling each other cunts & whores everytime we disagree?

besides... DON'T YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND THAT'S WHAT THE MAN WANTS!?

Ok apparently my comment was a little misunderstood. I was not bagging on anyone, or calling names. In fact I'm a little irritated that you chose to view it that way. All I was trying to say is aren't we all allowed to think for ourselves and have our own opinions regardless of whether or not they line up exactly with the thoughts and opinions of others? Shouldn't we hope for a time when we are all allowed to express our own unique opinions without being criticized for "hurting the cause"?

welbutrin is great-
makes you loose weight like crazy.

Moe's a shit writer, but you're amazing and an inspiration, and you definitely have some fans who will support you no matter what.

omg, sounds like a complete nightmare, and i cant believe your editor was such a jerk about it. when are you and moe gonna quit jeze already???

also, welbutrin and booze do NOT mix. thats how i ended up having blackout sex with my friend raj in my parents house and coming downstairs in a towel the next morning. also, he came on my face. i only found out about this a year later, from a girlfriend who was dating one of his friends. i repeat, DO NOT MIX. i repeat, QUIT QUIT QUIT!!!

they posted a video here - http://www.shootthemessengernyc.com/index.php?/behindthescenes/jezebelism_my_interview_with_moe_and_tracie

I left a comment - so ridiculous. You and Moe don't even seem that drunk - either that, or I am just so drunk all the time that I can't tell the difference anymore. Anyway, here's a copy of my comment:

"I have several problems with this interview, but none of them have anything to do Tracie or Moe. The most glaring of all the errors is simple - they did not come to the show to defend their personal beliefs. Also, they are not role models simple because they are in the public eye.

They are, however, adult women who make their own decisions and should not need to defend themselves to anyone, including you. Also, the interview should not have been steered into so serious a direction. You made the interview uncomfortable and strange, not Tracie or Moe. You should realize that “thinking and drinking” is obviously not a good place to put a serious topic - DUH!

It is also glaringly obvious that only an idiot put themselves in an unsafe sexual situation. Strange can mean many things, but most likely Tracie means “a guy I just met” and I’m sure that she wouldn’t go home with a guy she just met unless she got a good vibe out of him. Tracie is not responsible for the actions of idiots who go home with guys they just met that ACT strange and don’t put out a good vibe. Tracie is not responsible for those actions. Tracie is not telling people who live her lifestyle, and young people who may try to emulate her lifestyle should, once again, look at the context of Tracie’s life.

Also, if you are going to interview two people for almost an hour, shouldn’t you have more clearly defined topics to move through?

You state that people came to hear them speak - that is so not true. They came to hear their answers to your questions, not to hear a long-winded discussion lasting over an hour. An interview should be far more structured. If Tracie and Moe had known that the interview would actually be more of a debate / discussion forum, I’m certain they would have come with preparation and sobriety."

I think you too were funny and entertaining while Liz was just being a bitch. Also, my friend apparently knows you sister, and I really want to meet her! Another Egan - is she anything like you, or a different kind of machine?

Love Miriam

Okay, for real. If you're taking Wellbutrin, drinking makes it completely useless. You might as well just stop taking it. Seriously. Take it from a recovering alcoholic who used to try and take all of those anti-depressants.

the 21 yr olds in the audience didn't feel "let down," we felt irritated to see women who seem sort of smart and funny online be self important and just straight up ignorant in person, speaking with a LOT of authority. get over yourself.

also stop spreading herpes around nyc

Eat cake?

More like Eat SHIT.

It is truly a sad day for cakes everywhere.

Anyway Ms. Egan, if ever you need a set of fists to punch up some angry emails/comments, you can count on these right here.

Tracie, I don't see where you and Moe acted wildly different from the way you've represented your views in writing. You expressed your opinions and experiences, not what everyone *wanted* you to say for the sake of an impromptu anti-rape PSA.

You were honest, which I admire more than people who don't practice what they preach. Everyone's experiences are different, so people trying to model their lives based on yours are pretty stupid. You made an excellent point about writing what you know. More people should adopt that when speaking, too.

And some of the topics chosen for a so-called comedy show were horrid. You shouldn't be demonized for being drunk in a show that includes drinking in the fucking title. Rape is entirely too heavy a subject for tipsy people to be discussing.

And I disagreed with Lizz when she got on her high horse about women needing to report all rapes. Most that are reported, aren't convicted. And men don't serve much time, if any. So obviously that leaves them free to continue raping women at some point. I'm not saying women should never report rapes, but it's shitty when they get lectured because they didn't.

Hope this holiday weekend makes up for the crappy Monday you had.

I sincerely hope this Darren Star-psuedo-feminism point break washes out, as you are the vacuous byproduct.

Get over yourselves. You acted like asses. We all were disappointed, quit martyring yourself to try to atone.

"It is also glaringly obvious that only an idiot put themselves in an unsafe sexual situation. Strange can mean many things, but most likely Tracie means “a guy I just met” and I’m sure that she wouldn’t go home with a guy she just met unless she got a good vibe out of him."

this is just so... wrong and awful. only idiots put themselves in unsafe sexual situations? you really think that's true?

you know who else put off "good vibes" to lots of girls? ted bundy.

"If Tracie and Moe had known that the interview would actually be more of a debate / discussion forum, I’m certain they would have come with preparation and sobriety."

i don't know about moe, but i do know that tracie admitted in her post above that she didn't do her homework about the nature & format of the show. and i don't think it's fair to blame the show's employees for that, since you can go to the show's website and find all you need to know.

but, wow... that "idiot" comment. shit is really devolving over here.


False intimacy runs rampant in this city.

...As does drinking and then saying uncomfortable things.

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