Tag: Dork
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OED! OMG!!
It is surprising you didn’t get a phone call at around 11:30pm my time last night, as I wanted to call every single person in the world after I read the following email:
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Mother on the Orient Express: Part Three
Yesterday would have been my parents’ 37th wedding anniversary. It made me remember how there was supposed to be a third person on this trip with my mom. Dad.
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It’s Not That Scary: The Guatemala Stories (Part Two)
iPhone / Camera / Video Camera People who know me at all right now are probably asking themselves, “Okay, fine, Pamie. You went to Guatemala. Now skip to the part where you fall.” First of all, how dare you. Secondly, it’s right here.
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Don’t Worry That It’s Not Good Enough for Anyone Else to Hear.
It’s still tonight, so technically I’m still doing my update for today. And I will start it with the tail end of another fantastic email, one that might make you jealous with it’s geniusness. (At least it did for me.) Behold, Brett N’s contribution:
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Sometimes My Cat Likes to Stand on My Neck.
Usually without warning. This time I had a feeling it was coming.
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And then what happens when you find another girl’s bra in your apartment.
[Setting: Twitter] @pamelaribon — I just pulled a bra out of my drawer and put it on, only to realize… this isn’t mine. I don’t shop at Victoria’s Secret. (…is it yours?) @Glark — Stop crowdtesting your new novel Pamie. @Mjfrig — Yes, I have man-boobs, okay! Stop rubbing it in. #idontreally #onlyajokeiswear @auriflamme —…
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My Brain is a Jerk.
I’ve mentioned before how my dreams are annoyingly literal. I rarely have to spend any time pondering, “I wonder what that meant.” Yes, even REMpam is a Wonder Killer. How literal? Well, to be extremely graphic, I once had a dream in college where a notoriously tough professor was butt-raping me in front of the…
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this is how sad it gets.
I looked up the upgrade standby list for my flight today and it said: 8. RIB, P. 9. DEP, J. And for the splittest of seconds I was all, “OH MY GOD, IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING.” What is wrong with me? How many romantic comedies did I have to see to fry my brain this way?…
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I Watched Too Much Lost (No Spoilers)
I just think that many hours in a row of one thing is kind of bad for the brain. Like, Clockwork Orange bad. My dreams last night were ridiculous. So ridiculous, in fact, that I woke up during one of them and had to write it down. For you. Please don’t miss the ending, as…
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I Didn’t Fall! (But I Almost Fell. Right When I Got to the Podium. (Forward!))
The book signing went well! By the end of the hour it looked like a Derby Gang had shown up to be my bodyguards, and perhaps their intimidating size could be the reason the place sold out my books before everybody got a chance to get a copy. Note to writers: get a gang. When…