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So, today I discovered my first crow’s feet. At first it struck a nerve about looking old. Then the more I contemplated it, and I did contemplate it for hours, the more I realized that those little lines are a … Continue reading
Hello, my name is Amy and I walk into walls. Daily. Don’t be alarmed, I’m mostly harmless and incredibly fabulous. Being an oaf does not have to hold you back from being amazing and sexy. In fact, there are many … Continue reading
I am going to talk about things most people are afraid to mention in so-called polite company. It’s a shame, too. Humans should not fear the female body. I certainly don’t fear my body: functions, imperfections, size, needs, the weird … Continue reading
I Eat Pickles By Amy Moloney Sometimes I eat the wrong pickles But you know, I really like them sweet The looks of disdain from my friends Shows how poorly I have chosen But the pickles I eat are mine … Continue reading
In honor of National Poetry Month, I will be posting some of my older works over the next few weeks. Some will be poetry that I’ve posted previously. I hope you all enjoy. If I Were Made Of Paper By … Continue reading
Kids, the word is bra, not brawl. Although, my tits do tend to brawl with the wire bondage of my bra. Fuck, nevermind. I guess you’re right. Go ahead and call it a goddamn brawl.
Since today is Valentine’s Day and everyone is all excited in one way or another over it, I thought I’d share an old (I mean old) online personals ad description of me. I think it still applies. Although, I am … Continue reading
In case you haven’t gathered yet, I have a vividly exciting astral life. The other day I met a new spirit guide type guy. He is my official Guardian Ninja. His name is Hal. Yes, Hal the invisible Guardian Ninja. … Continue reading
As the winter marches on, the blues of December are fading from my mind. I have a birthday coming up next month. Most women my age dread the thought of birthdays. Getting older is viewed as a burden of grey … Continue reading
Sorry for the absence, my pretties. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday. I kept busy working the Alzheimer’s unit, being a naughty little angel by dancing like the dance of the sugarplum fairy for my demented old folks. … Continue reading
As I continue to hone my resume and marketability for my move to Austin, I find that I am constantly stumbled by writing a decent cover letter. For someone who writes constant dribble about herself on a blog I have … Continue reading
There are many new El Rey Pulpo with many new stories coming soon. Here is a peak at what has been happening in the Lizzard Lounge lately. El Rey Pulpo is venturing into nerd territory. And that’s just the way … Continue reading
I took a few days off from blogging to spend time with my family. I hugged my mother, my sisters, my nieces, and my nephews extra tight. Then I spent time with myself, appreciating how much I’ve grown in 2012. … Continue reading
Apologies to anyone who has tried to view the last few posts containing the new El Rey Pulpo commissioned pieces. I am having technical difficulties with uploading the images. I will try again soon. Please think happy thoughts that machines will love … Continue reading
Dear Sunday, I was hoping to be free of deep thought as I prepare for a long night at work. However, you have other plans for my time. I appreciate the insight into myself and the connections we make in … Continue reading
I am truly successful when payday comes the day before I run out of toilet paper. Stay optimistic, my friends.
Cooking from the ghetto pantry: Vol. 1 I am not a great cook. I am not a terrible cook. I don’t like to cook. So is the life of a single woman. My style is something I like to call … Continue reading