Month: February 2006
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do it for johnny.
I never thought it’d be so easy for you to download audio proof of my dorkitude that ends with the sound of me watching one of my most beloved childhood treasures get destroyed. No, really, I wigged out. Like… a lot. Kind of inappropriately. I may have called for the destruction of a vineyard. I’d…
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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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while waiting on the check.
[scripty] Pam All my W-2’s came, and it turns out I worked seven jobs last year. Tim I know. It’s crazy. Some of them, I can’t even tell what job it was. “PPI.” Hey, just put “Carlos,” so I know where the hell this money’s from. Just one word. “Hooker.” Kyle You got a W-2…
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they walk alike, they talk alike, sometimes they even… (nevermind.)
When my friend Rebecca and I are out in public, we are sometimes mistaken for sisters. In fact, when Dan, his brother Adam, Rebecca and I are sitting at a restaurant together, we look like an East Side version of the Bobbsey Twins: the boys in their ringer t-shirts, Rebecca and I in blue hoodies…
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i’m awesome.
Home alone on a Friday night. Two cats sleeping next to me. Gilmore Girls paused on TiVo. The episode aired January 10th. I’m a little behind in my television watching. I am smelly. I got home from work at 7:45 and proceeded to eat the biggest cheeseburger I’ve had since I left Texas.
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the real winner is Taco Bell
In health news today: This. Um. What? Or, more to the point: WHAT? The past two years (and, without cease, the past six weeks) have been a constant ping-pong match between Western and Eastern medicine, from pills and tests on one end to homeopathy and “eating sunshine with my eyes” (I’m not making that up)…
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rock me, very softly (Part One)
When I first got my satellite radio as a birthday gift last year, it was explicitly given to me for the singular purpose of listening to Howard Stern. Now, before you judge me on the basis of that alone, please note that I fall outside of what the world perceives to be his demographic: I…