Tag: Hot Properties
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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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this is a reminder to myself
This entry is for me. I don’t want to forget today, as I’m home now, thinking about everything that happened that led me to here. I wake up in this house that is mine, that I own, with my husband. He lets me sleep in. I get to work early. I drink coffee. Email. More…
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It’s Not A Phobia If It’s Rational
I don’t like dolls. I’m not going to freak out around your Barbie, but if you’ve got one of those old-timey, eyes shut when you lower it, hair like Firestarter dolls, then I’m not going to stay in the same room with it. It’s that simple. My semi-pediophobia comes from a very real place, and…
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Stars Hollow-een
We were talking about scary movies at work when someone said, “You know the last thing I did that really scared me? I rode my bike back from the stage to the office last night.” I knew exactly what he was about to say. “Oh, God!” I shouted. “You rode through Stars Hollow at night!”…
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I Have Nice Boobs
Dalton Ross does not like boobs. He also doesn’t like boob jokes. He does not like Hot Properties. He gave it a D. Hey, Mencia got a D-, so I’m moving up! This is karmic payback for when we tried updating Mullendash to Rossdash. Dan was way too good at it, and all of my…
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forced perspective
This has been a hell of a week. We are in production on the episode I wrote, so every minute of the day I’m learning something. I’m very lucky that my co-workers don’t treat me like the new kid, and make me feel very much a peer. With that comes the added responsibility of not…
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this is kinda about my upper body, but really i can’t find a pithy title. bear with me.
The other day I learned about two words I didn’t know could go together. Cashmere. Hoodie.