Tag: Dork
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Check Me Out.
who needs men around the house, anyway? Why, yes, that was me carrying a bag of trash to the dumpster this morning, all by myself. Yes, I did dribble trash juice on my shoes. No, I didn’t mean to do that. No, we aren’t going to talk about it. I don’t want to ruin last…
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No Rest for the Worked.
too quiet, really. I like to think that I’m a completely independent woman who is capable of running her own life without the help of others. I like to think that. I know it’s not true. I know that I depend on others for fun, advice, help and favors. But I never realize just how…
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Interview with a Blabbermouth
someone should just stop me I was interviewed today for an article on online journals. I can only imagine it will turn out looking something like this: She’s Not So Hot: Meeting Pamie She answered the door with her hair still wet and a cigarette in her right hand. Her giant cats were tangled around…
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Follow Me.
because my emotions are just ripping around here. I’m in the wrong business. I know that. I can’t help it. I hate it and I love it, and I know that I have some things to work out for myself. I’m getting ahead of myself.
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the winners
man, this took forever. Oh, my God. There’s nothing better than the Bust A Groove soundtrack. I am shaking my ass all over the office. You can’t stop me. I don’t care if I only got four hours sleep. Heat has the best damn song. I swear to God. It rules. Rules. Here’s how much…
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Proof I’m a Dead Girl
and a little bit of bitching. Hey. Look, so why didn’t you tell me that Kathy Griffin has been stealing my material? She’s all “When did Madonna become British?” And now I’m hearing her talk about how much she loves VH-1 and how the divas on the Diva show aren’t really divas. Hello? That’s three…
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ih. ow. ih.
how to live my rock and roll lifestyle. 7:00am– Eric gets up for work. You don’t hear the alarm. You continue to sleep until the snooze kicks in while he’s in the shower. You feel like ass. As you grumble about him leaving the alarm on, you fall back asleep. 7:30am– Eric kisses you goodbye…
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I'm lame.
“you call this a birthday week?” Remember last year when Birthday Week was all festive and wonderful? Yeah, I’m sorry. This week it’s just not fitting into the massive amounts of work and stuff in my life. This means that the Birthday Week contest is going to be extended for an extra day, as I…
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On My Way Home
you love me when I write from planes So I had the absolute perfect picture of my cousin Cool Chris with his arm around Creepy Peter Playpal and I had the Worst Digital Camera Fuck-Up that was completely my fault and lost so many pictures from the trip, including that one. I had taken a…