Author: Pamie
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Only in Los Angeles…
… will you find yourself in Silverlake, driving behind a car with the license plate that reads “IM PUCK.” Which immediately makes you: A) Pretty sure you know exactly who’s behind the wheel even though– B) You’ve never met this person and it– C) Makes you want to get out of the car at the…
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“Wait. Am I me, or am I a hooker in Mexico?”
Last night at dinner, as the waiter was bringing our cocktails, he asked, “And are you two having a wonderful Valentine’s Day?” There was about a two-second pause before stee and I said at the same time, “No.” The waiter said, “Well, then here are your drinks, and I’ll just keep them coming.”
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The Eighth Annual Valentine’s Day Poems
Don’t be afraid to love them. Dear Hipster Valentine o’ Mine. Your t-shirts aren’t funny. And I hate your blog. I’m dumping your emo ass, But I’m keeping the dog.
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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…