A few weeks back, I shared a story involving me, my boyfriend and one crazy bitch. The girl refused to leave my boyfriend alone and I thought that having my boyfriend tell her to back off, then me, very forcefully, telling her to back off, would’ve been enough. Not so, people.

She didn’t get the not-so-subtle hint.

This biotch, who I’ve dubbed “Rachel” has struck again and this time, I am unsure of my next move. If telling someone to leave you alone doesn’t do the trick, what will?!

So, I am enlisting the help of my fellow CC-ers to steer me in the right direction. Below are some plans of action that I am considering. I need your unbiased opinions to help me make the right next move and get rid this crazy girl once and for all.

I could confront her, again. This time, face to face, in public, so she has no way of hiding behind her phone or computer and her naïve little, “I’m too good for everyone” façade will be shattered into a million little pieces. Read More »

T.G.I.F.

Remember when that meant a night of Full House and Family Matters? Now it just means a night of heavy drinking followed by a day of serious sleeping. And I still love it just as much.

This week was a long one. We lost Estelle Getty. Our boyfriend, Christian Bale, was arrested for yelling at his mother. And we found out that all the not-so-hard work we are putting into college isn’t worth crap anymore. Awesome.

But even though another week has passed, crazy girls are still around, we are still too picky when it comes to picking boys, and freaky guys are still all about peeing on us in bed. WTF?

Maybe we should stick to being single? It is far too hard to find a tall guy anyway. And getting into a relationship only means adding another ex to the list…who you will never be able to avoid thanks to our generation’s problem with oversharing.

Ugh. I need a shot.

At least boys are starting to appreciate more comfortable undies. I’ll keep that thought close to my heart as I enjoy yet another awesome summer weekend.

This show kind of makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit. Some of the folks are genuinely talented. Others just have a sob story gut-wrenching enough to tug at your heart, and your tear ducts.

But instead of talking about the good, the bad or the weepy, I’ve decided to share the crazy with you. Tonight’s freakshow? A performer by the name of Miss PussyKatt. You can already tell she’s batsh*t nuts by the gratuitous “T’s” and random “K.”

She solidified her place in the America’s Got Talent with this statement: “It kind of grew from dancing and I kept on taking the next step…This is a lot of hard work and the creativity and the process of it and it does take a lot of skill. And I constantly train and I always look for the next thing to do.”

I know, it doesn’t sound crazy, and it’s not until you see what this woman calls a talent.

Book her now folks! Miss PussyKatt is playing at a wedding, graduation, Bar Mitzvah or emergency room near you!

If nothing else, Miss PussyKatt gives me hope. Maybe next year I’ll take a belt sander to my legs and call it innovative. Or if I have some spare time I’ll learn how to juggle band saws. Sheesh. This is why some people aren’t too fond of America…and our lack of talent.