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I'd give up this whole DC gig in a second if they'd let me write for Psych or Leverage. Really, I would. -
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I can't believe I agreed to go home for Thanksgiving. Or actually, back to California, since we moved so much when I was a kid that 'home' doesn't have much actual meaning for me. Will's lucky - He's staying here. Me? I'm going back to the bosom of my family. Oh joy ( Read more... ) -
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My head hurts and my throat has that annoying little tickle that signals the start of a full-fledged sore throat within the next several hours.
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I figured it out. Wow. No wonder he's such a mess.
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CJ Cregg isn't at the White House anymore and yet he's sending her a peace making gift. And even after the mess of the CAFTA trip, he was determined to stay in that press room, but now he's not. Which makes me think this mystery woman is somehow White House related and the rift has something to do with the Columbia story ( Read more... ) -
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Out of sheer boredom, I agreed to go out with one of my exes last night. Billy. He's been calling me for the past few weeks and I figured why not? Now I remember why not. It has everything to do with all of the reasons he's an ex and not a current boyfriend.
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Uh. Drinking more than two beers, getting tipsy, and then forgetting the water and aspirin before passing out in one's bed? Not a good idea.
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Crushing on your boss is so not a good idea. I feel about 15 right now.
I need to get out more.
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