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Payton, Joey, Katie… you all need to take note of this. You are officially on notice until you get a job and start pulling your weight around here. Contrary to your belief, kitten kibble does not grow on trees, especially since we freaked and switched you to the good stuff after [...]
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Today I was going to write a funny post about my new car, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow because I just have to get this off my chest.
I am PMSing, and as many of you know, when I PMS there’s not much that can trump my desperate and immediate need for food. [...]
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Hon, this is for you and your box of Ritz crackers… have fun with it!
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To the sexy man with the bright red ball cap on the T-train who was making eyes with me: You were the only thing that made that overcrowded ride on the T-train bearable last night.
I’m sure you could tell that my friend and I were trying our damnedest to not press up against the [...]
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There is something that tickles me about a classical 40-piece adolescent girl’s choir singing I’m A Creep by Radiohead. If you haven’t heard anything by the Scala Choir (and I think I stand a good chance at saying that you probably haven’t), they are fantastic. I think the thing I like about them the most [...]
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When she points out that the group of people next to you is having an in-depth controversial conversation about sex:
Tell her that you lost your virginity at 15 to your 17 year old scum bag boyfriend and that you’ve been preaching to your younger sister-in-laws for years the reasons why condoms are so very important
Explain [...]
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“SG, how much did those fancy chocolate eggs cost you?”
“Fourteen dollars.”
“Whoa! What do you plan on doing with them?”
“Sorry, I’m not following you.”
“Well, they’re pretty. Are you going to keep them out as decoration?”
“Are you mad woman? I didn’t by a Faberge egg. They’re chocolate, what do you think I’m going to do with them?”
“You’re [...]
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I am not a people person. That’s not to say that I am an angry louse just waiting to do people harm, I’m not. I just prefer the company of few rather than of many and those who I do truly enjoy I enjoy with all my heart. However, I have a time limit on [...]
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The powers behind the scene here at TCDA are telling me that a lot of people who stumble upon my blog are googling some form of “throbbing vein on foreheads.” I’m getting a lot of these hits and they’re happening more and more every day. This concerns me.
Kids, if you have a throbbing vein [...]
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Can someone please listen to track 2 (Keep The Car Running) of the new The Arcade Fire CD and tell me what Bruce Springsteen song* it reminds you of? The two music gurus of my life don’t see the similarity. It’s driving me crazy.
Someone please put me out of my misery.
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*Err, ok, well [...]
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