December 2010
20 posts
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Dec 31st
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Dec 30th
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Maybe a Misting of Like
Me: I forgot all of my printed materials at home today! Thank goodness I remembered my computer or else I'd have nothing to do at work.
Mom: Is your head in a love cloud???
Me: My head was in an "oh crap, I haven't gotten up this early in a week and I need to wash my hair and shave my pits" cloud.
Mom: I like the love cloud theory better.
Dec 27th
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Dec 25th
Dec 25th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 24th
dontsprainyourvagina asked: Do you find it ironic or annoying that you are a self-proclaimed environmentalist but yet are a astrological sign that shares its name with one of the most widely driven cars of the last 10 to 15 years? Or do you find it annoying that I have asked this question?
Dec 23rd
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Dec 22nd
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“I have to go to the pharmacy now so you have a break from fighting with me....”
– Whitney
Dec 21st
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Dec 17th
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Dec 16th
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The Future Will Be Miniaturized. And Sharp.
Whitney: Don't Go Looking in Haystacks. That is my country song title for you.
Me: BE YOUR OWN HAYSTACK. That is my advice for you.
Whitney: Exactly. I am my own haystack. I am on my 6th espresso shot.
Me: You are a haystack. Built out of needles.
Me: Don't go chasing haystacks/please stick to the Facebook statuses and vague emails you're used to/I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all/but this metaphor has completely collapsed
Whitney: No it has not! SELF POSSESSED HAYSTACKS 4 LYFE.
Me: Now I will go listen to Needle In The Hay on repeat in my office in the dark for the next hour or so.
Whitney: I am a haystack made out of needles. These are the metaphors of our lives.
Dec 16th
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Dec 16th
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Things You Forget and Notice and Forget Again
The tissues in the bottom of the box are dyed blue so as to warn you before you run out. Your lips have no pores. Marketplace plays either “Stormy Weather” or “We’re In the Money” depending on the state of the stock market. Fresh pineapple eats away at the roof of your mouth. What it feels like to sleep alone.
Dec 7th
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Dec 4th
Dec 3rd
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Dec 2nd
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Like a Puffy Benjamin Button
Whitney: [redacted] looked tired last night.
Me: he looks like a 50 year old baby hobo. But like, in a sexy way.
Maggie: like Muppet Babies crossed with Fat Albert.
Dec 2nd
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ListenRegina Spektor - December
Dec 1st
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