From here to nowhere in 3 days…

  Not that I think my life is a T.V. show or anything but… After 2 24 hour days straight of packing the hell out of my house because I can’t deal with the on going harassment of my landlords a minute longer, I shower, make some tea and curl up on the couch to…

Control versus Chinese Food

The pros to being a single parent include an entire category labeled CONTROL. I’m not ashamed to admit it. Having control makes parenting so much easier. I don’t mean actual control over your children or their behaviour, I’m not that delusional. I mean control of parenting them. Also, there is a certain truth about the…

Vagina Camp.

That’s right, you heard me, I said Vagina Camp. The thing is… I have written many posts already, with a plethora of keywords to chose from and for some reason, the majority of googlers who land on The Lady’s Lounge are searching for… how can I say this without getting even higher google rankings for…

Bad Boyfriend!

We had just had the most amazing sex ever. I could still taste it. We went for a boardwalk stroll, holding hands and gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes. We walked right up to this girl who was waiting with wide eyed anticipation as we approached her. My boyfriend turned to me and said… “Jen,…

Stray cats…

I was casually stalking you guys on my tracker tonight when I came to the realization that my readers are a bunch of perverts who aren’t actually looking for a good read as much as a good old fashioned jpeg of boobs, bestiality and alley cats humping! You sick little monkeys!!!!

Feeling good

Last night I went to see Michael Buble at the Bell Center last night and I’m pretty sure, despite our seats being ever so slightly off to the side, that I’m almost certain he impregnated me with his voice while singingFeeling Good. Seriously. He looked right at us. Eye contact was quiet possibly made, which…

Breasts Ablaze

So.. for those of you who are not familiar with the age old art of striptease, otherwise known as Burlesque, the name Satan’s Angel might not mean much to you… I’m about to change that. 5 days of rhinestones, feather boas, swarovsky crystal, fringe and lace, twirling tassels, butts bouncing, shimmying and shaking, and you’re…

Matthew McConaughey can suck it.

I figured it would be about as intelligent as those articles in Cosmo that tell you that in order to spice up your sex life you need to turn off the Television during love making or *yawn* prepare a candle lit meal for your mate. I still always read them, just in case somebody actually…