In Which This is A Metaphor for Something, Right?
Fact: Before it got the name Seattle in late 1852, the city was known as Duwamps.
"Once, a duck she was cooking caught fire, and she threw it in the pool."
Michael Stipe on Gwenyth Paltrow, from The New Yorker’s Best of the Talk of the Town 2011.
This is what happens when one of your friends is an efficiency analyst: Google Docs for taco night.
I am responsible for the beverages. Trust me, it won’t be tea or juice. Also, as host, please note how well-stocked my pantry is. I added the note on the ridiculousness of our general existence. My darling Whitney is pink and in charge of all the meat.
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Exit Interview
- Me: Remember when I used to use an electric toothbrush?
- Him: Yes.
- Me: Remember how I brushed my teeth too hard with it and my mouth hurt all the time?
- Him: Yes.
- Me: Do you think that’s a metaphor for my life?
- Him: Yes.
The Hooch
Most days, I am Marla Hooch, serenading the Internet with It Had To Be You over the din of the crowd at the Suds Bucket, drunk on the promise of love or maybe just some cat photos.
Have you seen this? This brilliant blog? Where Kanye West lyrics are rewritten to be about food? It’s as if the driving forces behind my daily life have united to become one.
Now let me tell you about the Wednesday I had no lunch, a gin & no tonic at happy hour and a long conversation about carnival food. The next day Usher’s Confessions was stuck in my head as “these are my concessions” which eventually turned into “these are my confections.”
I’ve been cackling to myself about this for months. Finally, I googled “Usher cake” and created the above. For you. Because there he is, smiling, shirtless, cake in hand.
This is all we have. These are his confections. Enjoy.
Sometimes when we touch the honesty is too much, Internet.
