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You know, once upon a time I could go out dancing without having to schedule in a nap first. #iamold |
A moment of silence please. December 12, 2008. The Day My Mom Learned To Text. |
Oh, the throatpunch of Orbitz's Deal Detector finding a fare more than $100 cheaper than the one you already bought. |
Holy crap, I accidentally learned how to spell Dromiceiomimus. Thanks, Ryan North! |
@andrewkstein YES. Will he step on late buses? Will Dromiceiomimus drive red line trains? Will Utahraptor eat Dan Grabauskas? |
Schultz's Law: The first 5 comments on any blog post about Starbucks, even its Wifi, will contain snark about the definition of 'macchiato'. |
@EffingBoring ME TOO! We'd cease to exist. |
Monday it was -1 with windchill; today it's 63. Did I accidentally activate my Hibernation subroutine? ...spring? |
Me: "Tomorrow there's going to be 'fierce morning wind'." @avila: "Fierce? Is it smiling with its eyes?" |
TWITTER RECS FOR YOUR FOLLOWING PLEASURE: @zhouyi, @irishmizzy, @andrewkstein, @fiorie, @badventcalendar, @nictate. |
American Eagle is one desperate marketing email away from crawling through my computer screen and forcing a boyfriend cardigan over my head. |
Wish I hadn't thought of the phrase 'crotchless long underwear' before 8am. My constitution can't handle it. |
Seriously though, how would you even have a relationship that didn't revolve around discussions of Favrd? |
Watching Malcolm Gladwell's hair aspire to Sideshow Bobness. |
The thing where you don't realize your pen is uncapped on your desk until your entire forearm is covered in ink splotches. |
This work event is being held at my old office. It's like running into an ex. Who used to beat you. |
Twitter, let's not front. I got this awesome new phone to be closer to you. Let's make out. |
If anyone says I was stuffing cookies in my coat pocket at that very fancy party, it's a lie. A delicious, gingerbready lie. |
My inner 8-year-old would like to report that SNOOOOOW!!!! |
Diane Rehm has a voice for print. |
