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Leslie is the messiah with mascara |
I'm snorting Pixie Sticks while watching Sanford and Son. Rock bottom? I say NO sir. |
trying to make it legal. |
IMHO: The world needs more Billy Squier |
Governor, I served with Dan Quayle. I knew Dan Quayle. Dan Quayle was a friend of mine. Governor Palin, you're no Dan Quayle. |
Should a healthy girl waste 3 hours on the phone trying to get an insurance company to pay for a mammogram screening? BLUE SHIELD = HELL |
Preconditions, Palin and Plumbers... oh my! |
thinking of taking up the banjo. it's that kind of day. |
Screw the issues. I'm voting for the candidate I'd much rather "spoon." |
Joe the Plumber charged me $500 to fix my clogged toilet and laughed his way all the way to the McCain rally. |
I just don't trust a presidential candidate - or anyone for that matter - who takes notes with a fat Sharpie. |
Most of the time lately I catch myself daydreaming that Willy Wonka takes over Henry Paulsen's role. Why? Why do I think Wonka could fix it? |
McCain refused to shake my brother's hand in 1986. My brother's been calling him an asshole ever since. |
Put Halloween mummy in front of VOTE OBAMA lawn sign to scare lame thieves away. Everyone is stealing OBAMA signs, but can't steal HOPE. |
Missing Freddie Mercury. |
Making ghosts out of mannequins now - but next I'll build a NO ON PROP 8 sign - can't find a one in this dang city! |
Wearing a candy necklace, watching a toy helicopter overhead and playing with a lightsaber at work. Sun shines in Venice Beach. Too lucky. |
Watchin' Janeane Garofalo beat up WSJ journalist on Bill Maher. Love her. Wanna be her. Wanna put her in my pocket. |
In musty Seattle production office, waiting on tequila, next to pretty, funny women, prepping to kick ass on Guitar Hero Aerosmith. yay. |
Thirsty, feet up, finishing work - loud Venice traffic - listening to bad eurotrash Muzak |
