December 30, 2008
One of the 9,000 movies I watched during my vacation last week was a little Rom-Com called Definitely Maybe.
As the credits rolled, down came a song so aggressively terrible, I’ve been obsessed with it ever since.
The music itself is palatable enough – but, the lyrics (and I’ve used this metaphor before) are like having someone [...]
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December 29, 2008
Me at work:
Me at home:
Personally I prefer me with fuzzy Harry Potter slippers.
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December 28, 2008
“Paint the bathroom.” Hahahahahahahaha.
I’m so hilarious.
It’s 10:10 p.m. on my last night of vacation and I’m in complete and total denial that I’ll be getting up to the 7:30 a.m. alarm in the morning.
I know I’m only working 2, maybe three days this week, but it’s 2 or 3 too many for my taste. Don’t [...]
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December 24, 2008
Watch his videos and laugh and fall in love.
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December 21, 2008
Because some completely unrelated piece on my “display” was defective – Apple had to replace the whole thing!! For free.
I honestly don’t know what to do with the place the dent occupied in my soul. It’s been three days since I got him back from Macdocs and I just summoned the will tonight to take [...]
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December 18, 2008
15 minutes from now I will be officially one day away from a (hard earned) week off from work.
Not that I’m counting down or anything.
Here’s a small list of the things I plan to do:
1. finish Christmas prizes.
2. sleep
3. watch about 700 movies/ tv shows (some on the tv, some on my laptop, while still [...]
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December 17, 2008
Oh fertility, you terrible and cruel little bitch. How you make me laugh and sigh and spit obscenities like Andrew Dice Clay.
Cycle 5 of “trying” and I’m “trying” not to seduce Britney Spears with a Bear Claw and Cheetos for the sole purpose of punching her overly-fertile womb in its nuts.
No really. I’m having fun. [...]
December 9, 2008
The Turtle blew a “rod” and I don’t know what that is – I only know it means that we’d have to buy a whole, new engine and that would cost a whole lot of money.
I’m sad. The Turtle was given to us by our wonderful friend, Dan – when we really needed it and [...]
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