Tag: Stee
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fantastic.
I didn’t get to see the concert last night. It was sold out. I got home relatively early (we even joked about it when we all went our separate ways, how it was pretty early to be so exhausted), and went to sleep. I have tickets for the opera for today. Robert Wilson’s Madame Butterfly.…
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truth and consequences
Thursday night. My husband is screaming at the television screen: “Fuck you, Oprah. Fuck you!” This is not good. This isn’t something I ever thought I’d have to handle. This goes against the core of me, and my instinct is to push him off the couch and make him stop bad-mouthing my Oprah. It’s like…
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where i’ve been.
I’ve been emailing this morning with Heather and Jessica about how I’ve always wanted to change the letters on the HOLLYWOOD sign to read HURRYUPANDWAIT.
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Thanks.
Woke up to find out I’m a finalist for a Bloggie, for the Lifetime Achievement award. Thanks to those of you who nominated me. It is an honor to be nominated, because with such esteemed company there’s no way in hell I’m winning this thing. But it’s always nice to be flattered first thing in…
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Open Up and Say Yumburger.
You win, Jollibee. You win. “Ugly American.” That’s someone who can’t step foot into a room that’s slightly different without being filled with slack-jawed awe, all lifted eyebrows and rolling tongue, shocked and gasping at everything that looks slightly different from normal.
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Olive did this for half an hour.
Since many of you wrote to say, “But Pamie, I like stories about the cats,” I offer you stee’s entry today, where Olive learns… well, I’m not sure it’s possible anything was going on up there, but we learned she’s not nearly as smart as we gave her credit. I kept saying she was going…