What I'm currently thinking: I've been a bad, bad girl. I've been careless with a delicate man.
What I'm currently listening too: My conscience.
What I'm currently enjoying: The warm afterglow of the Star Wars trilogy.
What I'm currently feeling guilty for: Being mean on blogger.
How to annoy me: Tell me you don't remember who you had sex with last. Especially if the answer is me.
How to charm me: Forgive me.
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While at dinner the other night, I was shocked to learn the it was
Friday night already, and I was expected to have "plans" for the
weekend. I told my friends that I would be visiting my grandmother
upstate for the Fourth. They laughed and told me that the Fourth was
the FOLLOWING Thursday. This demonstrates one of the many hazards of
being unemployed: having nothing to distinguish one day from the next.
It isn't like the shows I normally watch are observing their
school-year schedules, so that I know it's Tuesday because Buffy is on.
Shoe, trying to be of help, suggested, "When you realize you haven't
gotten mail, you'll know it's Sunday." That's one day down, but how can
I distinguish the others?
Answer: Get a job.
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In honor of today's Gay Pride Parade, I give you the following article, stolen from The Onion:
Name Of Gay Bar Should Have Been Clearer
CHICAGO—After accidentally walking into a gay bar Monday, Jeff Pierce, 23, said the name of the establishment failed to clearly telegraph its orientation. "I can see how Rods sounds gay," Pierce said, "but it's just not as crystal-clear as it could be." Pierce urged the bar's owner to consider changing the name, suggesting The Manhole or Big Throbbing Homo Cocks.
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Hangover: (noun) Disagreeable physical effects following heavy consumption of alcohol. Too much fun the night before. My current mini-hangover is a rip-off.
