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Dennis Deyoung from Styx is just hangin' out in the warehouse right now. He is a teeny tiny old man who I made sign my stationary just now. I waited until after he left my office to read what he wrote, and even then I had trouble reading the swirly scribble ( Read more... )

Last night I realized the only reason why I enjoy watching So You Think You Can Dance is because I Think I Can Dance. After a good Jive performance I sat smoking and thinking during the commercial break. Thinking and smoking. Good mental montages are hard to come by, but this one had me becoming the first woman to be eaten by her sofa cushions ( Read more... )

Oops, seasick at Adam's Vamos a La Playa party this past weekend.


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In between refreshing e-bay auctions for the cars I babysit at work I've instructed the brain (yes, the brain) to whip up hilarious memories to keep myself amused. Some of them aren't even my own, mind you, but they are totally hilarious ( Read more... )

Does it make any sense when I say I can't get the "machines going haywire" song out of my head?

Maybe this will (no, it won't) help. It's the big band music behind a "movie catastrophe" like the part in Honey, I Shrunk the Kids where Rick Moranis ALMOST eats his tiny kid in his bowl of cheerios!

"BUM BA BUUUM, BA DA-NUH-NA-NUH-DUN DUN"Maybe ( Read more... )

Sometimes things just aren't important enough to handle in my every day life ( Read more... )

It's Tuesday and I'm finally ready to discuss my Friday night.

I have just one question... for myself.

Ahem.

Question:
April, why did you do the chicken dance in a public place?

Answer:
Because Knifehandchop is awesome.

Now I have a question for all of you.

Question:
Why is "dating" sometimes more like these things:


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Last night it was okay to play spin the sharpie over tacos ( Read more... )