Archive for February, 2006
You are kinda famous because you get paid to pretend to be someone who is famous, for no good reason, in the first place?
Hm. That’s…not that hot, actually.
Does anyone else notice their nose get visibly pointier after a workout? Anyone? Anyone? I can’t be the only person who experiences this, uh, side-effect.
Also, just so you know, I just ate a half of a jar of Newman’s Own Sockarooni tomato sauce, all by itself, right out of the jar. I used to do […]
But can I just say that this impending change of life (leaving job, changing towns) has me so freaked about my impending poverty that I am actually spending money on (or at least thinking really hard about) spending money on all kinds of things before I go?
In the last few weeks I have convinced myself […]
1. Intimacy. Go, get fitted. Instant mammary makeover.
2. Tocca Laundry Delicate wash in Cleopatra. If you’d just paid $65 for a bra, you’d want to take very, very good care of it, too.
3. St. Patrick’s Day.
Look at that, I’ve run out of steam already. Oh, well.
The first involves cooking up cold meds and cleaning agents. The
second involves feeding hot dogs, cake and ice cream in rapid
succession to 8-and-unders and then taking them out in public. Presto.
Instant mini tweakers.