Do you ever make up stories of the lives of the people stuck in traffic around you? The car in front of me is clearly an overworked father trying not to fly off thr handle at his deadbeat son, explaining to him why an after school job is necessary for character building and the like. The son obviously is too cool to acknowledge his father, as he slips on his sunglasses and tolerates the next fifteen minutes home.


Yeh. I'm a little weird.


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My mother just asked if I wanted a star wars piniata at my wedding reception.

I think she's finally starting to get withthe program.

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Had a mini identity crisis as I walked into the hair salon and saw myself in the mirror. Argyle sweater with coordinating slacks (and they are ironed!! With CREASES!!), my set of pearls, a frigging adorable bow in my hair, and a hugeass holiday starbucks drink.

Sellout.

It's time to seriously reevaluate my life. I'm putting tiedye on immediately.


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My workday just got a thousand times better as the boss bought our office a flat screen tv and a wii. Goodbye productivity!


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Ps

I know. Posting too much. BUT. Don't forget to go outside tonight thru the 20th and watch thr Leonids meteor shower.

Yes. I am a nerd.


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this is one example of how screwed up i am.

Starting in 1987, this was pretty much the only christmas cd (tape? whatever) played in my home. therefore, i thought the way these songs were sung was how they always were. I believed that 'baby please come home' must have bono's screeching need. or that silent night had to be sung very very low, a la stevie nicks after all that drug use. AND I THOUGHT CHRISTMAS IN HOLLIS WAS A REAL HOLIDAY SONG.

all i'm sayin is i wouldnt mind getting this for christmas this year, if you know what i mean.

I'm not sure which disgusts me more, the fact that it costs me more money per month for those pills that keep me sane and not pregnant than it does to buy a pair of ugg boots, or that I bought a pair of ugg boots.

Either way. The man is behind this.

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