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I just keep clicking over to John’s place and snickering… I’m so easily entertained. It’s like I’m twelve or something.

You really want to do it. You know it’s good for you, on some level. But you know, the first few times, it’s not all that fun, you’re not terribly sure what you’re doing. In fact, you’re not even all that sure that your body’s supposed to move that way. But those first few times

For that special someone. I have the most cynical sense of humor, ever.

Comments are back up, thanks to Eb at bloggerhacks. He’s also updated the comments interface, so you can click bold and italic and put push-button hyperlinks in the comments. I’m trying to figure out how to change the bold/italic/link button colors so you don’t have to scroll over them to see what they are (their

I’ve been told that the comments are down (thanks, J.M.); I just tried to post as well, and came up with the same problem. Not sure what’s going on. I’ll work on it this weekend. UPDATE: Fuck. Looks like Blogger updated the way it does comments, which broke the Blogger Recent Comments Hack I’ve been

Heading out of the office. I think I put in a grand total of four hours today. Off to New York Monday morning. Wheeeee! It’s a great life.

“You are not stupid. You are human, which is different, but often feels very similar.”- Jenn Oh, boy. Ain’t that the truth.

Ah. Feminism and Valentine’s Day. And Brutal Women and Valentine’s Day. And more random batshit from psychos who think making babies makes them people. I love how I put all of these together. Despite articles like the above about Emma Forrest, single men are actually freaked out about Valentine’s Day just as much as women

Spent the morning dancing around to Greenday’s “Holiday.” Called into work and got in quite late, as I didn’t get home last night until 10pm, so I have no guilt. Nobody’s around anyway. We had a furious last minute back-and-forth about the New York trip yesterday; “we” being me, Sarah, Yellow, CP (one of the

My dad let me know that, apparently, my hometown dentist has just confessed to killing his wife with a pair of scissors. No shit. The guy’s been my dentist for over a decade. Go figure. Small towns. Happy relationships. Psychos. More reasons why I don’t date. In other news, Yellow – of all people –