August 2009
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is it weird that while looking at an entire aisle of band-aid choices, i have to fight myself to not purchase the snoopy ones and to buy ones that are, er, more appropriate for my age? if you’re a first-time reader and don’t know me, the answer would probably be yes. if you do know me, the answer is most likely: ‘who are you kidding? do you honestly think you could exercise...
“we have five tatoos each and there are donkey tails all
over the wall”
– just another saturday night in union pier
“i’m just going to chug this pinot”
– sam, of course
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well, hot dawg
i’ve been in new york for three days and i have yet to eat a hot dog. strange? yes, because it’s usually the first thing i do immediately upon arrival. baggage claim, taxi, hot dog stand. my dad does the same thing. a hot dog, a coke and lots of ketchup and mustard. yum. except he takes a limo.
but no hot dog this time. i did, however, go see hair on broadway tonight. it took a little...
“that’s a lot of hermes”
– i agreed, but i loved every inch
“nellie, if you want a boyfriend: lose
some weight”
– mildly wildly inappropriate dinner conversation
“can we talk about naomi campbell’s penis?”
– wildly mildly inappropriate dinner conversation 