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“I may hug people too hard and get lost at malls. But I’m not an idiot.”
– Tracy Jordan, 30 Rock (via inothernews) (via whitneyricketts)
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Memory Bank
At the age of seven, I had a chance run-in with Seattle’s first female newscaster and the first permanent female evening news anchor in the country, Jean Enersen. We met at Baskin-Robbins. I had just won an ongoing battle with my mother to buy me a clown cone, a monstrosity that looks something like this:
Clown cones were consistently stale and tasted like the freezer case, yet I have...
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Memory Bank
One of the bad boys in my sophomore Spanish class showed me that if you shake an unopened package of Airheads vigorously back and forth it will eventually be reduced to a nugget of viciously-flavored taffy. As an adult, I recently found out this also works with Lara Bars. Disappointingly, neither Airheads nor Lara Bars carry the lively puns of their chewy packaged peer: Laffy Taffy.
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“It’s not that I’m necessarily emotionally attached to the 1,000 back issues of...”
– Yipster, a must-read new favorite
And yes, I realize that I’ve left you all out in the cold lately, much like those New Yorkers on my bedside table. Life in general and my colon specifically has thrown all sorts of complications my way this past month. I’ll be back soon. Hopefully with...
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IN WHICH WE NAME OUR GAME
When I'm feeling down, Whitney sends me old chats. In the following, she is "me" and I am "Drew," which I suppose I always am. We still haven't started that blog.
Drew: Good Slacks & A Sensible Blouse. We should start a blog and call it that.
me: kill me with Angela Lansbury
Drew: You love it
me: how about Bleach & Guns Like Lady Gaga in The Videophone Music Video Dot Com
Drew: That does not describe us
Drew: Get real
Drew: More like Stretch Pants with Sauce Stains
Drew: Bang Wars and Supercuts
me: Bang Wars in Bangalore
Drew: I Wash My Bangs in the Sink
Drew: Clean in the Front, Dirty in the Back
Drew: The Only Clean Article Of Clothing On My Person is My Underpants (Maybe)