Highway to Purgatory

I had my first NASCAR experience two weekends ago in Loudon, NH, and it was, well, a little bit like losing your virginity. Nothing like what you expected. Somewhat disappointing and more than a little painful.
Ryan was working the event for ESPN – giving out free crescent-shaped cups that allow you to toss back your [...]

All Part of a Healthy Breakfast

In an attempt to pretend I’m eating a healthy breakfast, I have added almond slices and flaxseed to my Cookie Crisp cereal. It’s kind of like saying “It’s okay that I had sex with a prostitute, honey. I used a condom.”
I am seriously delusional.

My Name Is Jill…

…and I’m a hypochondriac. I became a health editor probably for the same reason some people go vegan, to live a healthier than thou existence: “White rice? Do you really expect me to eat white rice? Why don’t you sprinkle arsenic on my spinach while you’re at it?”
It was always gratifying to read the latest [...]

Blog Wars

It’s amazing: less than 24 hours after bitching blogging about not being able to get my hair stylist to call me back, I get a note from her on my blog, as well as a phone call and an email. Who knew that the entire salon reads my blog? I mean, not that everyone doesn’t [...]

Save My Hair and Yourself

I have been living in New York for four years now, and have only just found a hairdresser I actually want to return to. When you’re paying $120+ for a cut, I think you have a right to be more than a tad picky. The only problem, you see, is that she appears to be [...]

I Hate You, World

And so, because of my, ehem, blistering fury at all living things right now, I will treat you to some delicious images, so that you may feel my pain.

This is what dumping a pot of boiling water on your thigh looks like. This is also what a second-degree burn looks like. This is also what [...]

I’ve Got Previral Syndrome (PVS)

Have you ever noticed that in the days before you get sick, you become a whiny, bitchy, sad sack of shit? I’m tired and irritable and every noise grates away at my skull. The slightest breeze feels like someone dumped a pail of fiery coals on me. I do a lot of glaring at people [...]