Year: 2005
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my mom and my stepdad saw Shopgirl
The following conversation might have occurred because, after four years of bicoastal living, I finally ran out of excuses not to get California license plates. So after two hours at the DMV and only one incorrect answer on my written test (if I’d gotten a perfect score, I was going to ask for a copy),…
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the day the music died
I promised myself I wouldn’t keep bitching about the basement. But honestly. Here’s the thing. I have one week left in my hiatus, a break that represented the first days I’ve had off in the history of my checkered past in LA. Ever. Well, I had five days off last year, but I spent them…
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and now, here it is, your moment of zen
Actually just on CNN: “And, when we come back, would you believe it…an old-age home for chimps!?!” I believe this is one of those few instances during which the old “exclamation-point-question-mark-exclamation-point” punctuation is absolutely appropriate.
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go read stee
I’m very lucky to be staffed right now. I say that a lot, because I don’t want people to think for a second that I don’t know how lucky I am to be staffed right now.
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11/11: Make a Wish
Hmm… I think this episode might air a week later than this site thinks. I’ll keep you posted. The point is: My name will be on my TiVo…next to the word “Oprah.” It’s like every word I’ve ever written was all leading to this one moment. It’s very exciting. Gayle is very nice and tall…
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writer’s ear + office ass = runner’s tears
Well, it’s official. Lately when I order my coffee from whichever boy is behind the counter that day, he calls me by my name and makes a joke about either my current order, or one I’ve had before. I’ve never had a coffee shop where people know me by name. This means I have logged…
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Freaky Friday
Rove still has a job (FOR NOW), Mr. Sulu is gay, and New York smells like maple syrup. Someone explain to me what is going on. And there’s about to be a “Hurricane Beta.” The world is ending.
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The Journal of Truth and Greatness
So, sometimes you want to order a pizza. And sometimes you’re slightly tired and delirious and you’ve had a couple of beers without getting to eat any of THAT PIZZA THAT HASN’T SHOWN UP YET. And you call Pizza Hut (sorry, all of my friends in New York) because you’re in L.A. and it’s late…