Angela Types

Last night, after valeting cars in subfreezing temperatures I endeavored to drive myself home during what can only be called a blizzsaster – hey, I'm a Texan. Any amount of precipitation (frozen or not) wreaks havoc on all living things here. We just can't cope. My valet job had me in Arlington, Texas and after my shift I had to get my frozen self home to Oak Cliff , which is a little over 20 miles away. My coworker also lives in the OC (don't call it that) so she used her iPhone to find the path of least resistance for us. You may be wondering why we didn't just get a hotel near the job site. Well, there's a very logical explanation for that. Jerry Jones made a pact with the devil  and has promised the beast the soul of every Dallasite that is not a football fan. With no room at any inn, coworker and I began the slow crouch toward home.  At the very first stop light we encountered we learned two valuable lessons. 1) You need about 20 feet to stop in 4 inches of sn...

I am currently waayy under employed. I spend my days emailing my resume and cover letters out to any job I am remotely qualified for. Because almost NO company wants you to call or stop by I can easily email my resume to 15 well researched positions in all of an hour. Two if I take a Diane Rehm break. This leaves me with a lot of free time on my hands. I exercise, I read, I trash my kitchen making food and still it's usually only noon at this point. So like all good Americans, I have started watching TV. On the Internet. After a few 12 hour day-nights of watching every available episode of Bones, Family Guy, American Dad, House, and Fringe available on Hulu I was done. I had nothing left to watch. So, I ventured outside of the "most popular" section of Hulu. I wanted well crafted smart television. Or at least something funny. And since I was spending an embarrassing amount of time watching said shows I needed to find shows with the complete series available. It...

Like most lesbians  my ex and I were living together when we broke up. I'm fortunate enough that our split was super amicable (unlike most lesbians) but when all was said and doneskies I found myself living in a two bedroom house I could not afford on my own. Or at all really since I'm currently waaay under-employed . I ran into an old college friend a few weeks after the break up and in catching up it came out that she was wanting to move and I was in need of someone to pay half the rent. So she moved in. Use only on dreadlocks. Not for use by Angela.  Going from living with a partner to living with a roommate has been a very interesting transition for me. But that's a different post. Also, my roommate does not like to be called a roommate. She astutely explained to me that we do not share a room. We share a house. So according to her we're housemates. And I can jive with that. This housemate of mine is from Nigeria originally, and lived in London for a good long...