NTKOG #114: The kind of health-obsessed model citizen who, when she wakes up half-dead from ingesting various toxins, immediately jumps out of bed to sweat. them. out.
Archive for the ‘TMI Thursday’ Category
TKOG Who puts slimy stuff in her mouth
Posted in bad behavior, evidently not that kind of girl, food & boozin', makin' friends, TMI Thursday, tagged cafe sushi, cambridge, sadly my two food-phobia posts in a row do not even circumsize the iceberg tip of my massive food foibles, sashimi, sushi, TMI Thursday on January 7, 2010 | 32 Comments »
NTKOG #86: The kind of trendy bistro-hopper who happily chows down on cold dead fish — because in this day and age, in the words of Adam Brody’s character in Thank You For Smoking, “I guess you kinda have to.”
The Really Quite True Story of TKOG’s Conception (guest post by TKOG’s MOM!)
Posted in bad behavior, guest post, love & sex, TMI Thursday, tagged artificial insemination, birth, conception, guest post, i love how the fact that the dogs ate semen weirdly ISN'T the zaniest aspect of this tale, invitro, my bad taste in men is hereditary, oh my mother, so apparently i'm an illegitimate child?, the greatest story ever told, TMI Thursday on November 19, 2009 | 32 Comments »
You know all that rigmarole about how The Bible is THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD?! Yeah, apparently the people who say that haven’t read this guest post my mom wrote about the Really Quite True story of my conception. (Hint: turkey basters and sperm-eating dogs are involved.)
The Kind of Girl Who … urinates with the hoi polloi
Posted in evidently not that kind of girl, TMI Thursday, tagged being a woman sometimes kind of sucks, disgusting, halloween, i would have been much happier -- in retrospect -- were this a tale of public urination, omg i still feel so gross, porta potty, restroom, salem, tmi, you guys this is the worst NTKOG so far on November 2, 2009 | 29 Comments »
NTKOG #52: The kind of free-spirited, “anything goes!” girl who — when trapped with pretty dire choices with regards to personal hygiene — chooses to use (ugh!) a Porta Potty.


