Curse that Good Behavior! by Deb Jenny

I know this might be hard to believe, especially since I recently regaled you with tales of my (accidentally) giving a formal date a bloody nose and once being a unwitting passenger in an RV full of raucous fraternity brothers en route to Fort Lauderdale for spring break and such. Sure, I’ve been involved in some questionable pursuits at times, but the truth is I am seriously afflicted with the…

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

You never hear James Dean snort by Deb Eileen

I remember my teen years as one where I was quite the rebel. I dressed as if I was channeling Molly Ringwald, listened to The Smiths and tried to take up smoking clove cigarettes. (Note to impressionable young readers: don’t bother with the clove cigarettes they taste like a burnt spice cabinet and no one looks cool hacking up mucus chunks) I’ve come to the realization that it is quite…

Friday, February 2, 2007