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Yes, I own a snowman mug with a top hat lid that I just drank hot chocolate out of. What of it? |
Fear I'm being misleading when it comes to the gay/not gay question when wearing this flannel without "sexy boots." |
Sad sacks unite! Just don't talk to me. |
Hello friends: As a bday present to @meowrey, please follow her to get her over 1,000. She is funny, smart & a comicbook superhero. |
Is there some ex-writer of "thirtysomething" scripting my life hoping he can pitch a resurrection of the series? |
@meowrey Oh oh oh! Can I somehow facilitate wrath? You *know* I'm a pro. |
Why can't we all more like bonobos, hmmm? |
What to do when in possession of a bit of gossip so juicy that you might explode if you don't tell someone? Tweet it? |
The popsicles formerly know as my ears officially renounce this goddamned winter. |
Recurring recent thought: "Oh yeah. I'm gonna anonymous-blog the HELL out of this." |
When I'm drunk I say, "I *may* be a little tipsy!" Right now? That's what I'm saying. |
Best line from last night's dinner party, "When you told me your magazine folded, I thought it meant you were taking a dump." |
My cookbook "off the shelf, cooking from the pantry" assumes that I have things _on_ my shelves. |
Just found missing jeans in my bed. Perhaps I should be more fastidious with my laundry/sleeping habits? |
Called it quits with the boy just pre-birthday and Christmas. Definitely a smart move in these tough economic times. |
Surely there has to be some sort of Genius Bar solution/Reset button for my life that will erase the past couple of weeks. |
@meowrey, you are the wind beneath my (Paulie Walnuts) wings. |
A word to the wise: NEVER pick a fight with a Persian. Intifada much? |
I don't want to introspect or speculate or parse or analyze or valuate or navel-gaze for one more second. Just hush & give me a back rub. |
The kind of luck I have: I am the one who, out of 6 stalls, will unknowingly pick the one that someone just shat in every single time. |
