I have, over the past year, developed the habit of speaking to myself in Spanish. This is bad, because I get very frustrated when I can't think of how to say something. Today I forgot the word for trash (basura) and it really held my thoughts up, because I refused to move on with my day until I remembered.
Despite what I've been told, I still think it's possible to fractionally meet people, and today I fractionally met a guy who, at first glance, appears to embody the trifecta of awesomeness: smart and nice
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It feels like I gouged my eyes out with a grapefruit spoon, dipped them in tabasco sauce, rolled them in sugar, and put them back into their respective sockets.
I was just catching up on my trashy celebrity gossip when I saw that someone out there wants to feed my K-Fed (Fed-Ex) fauxbsession: HE HAS A SEARCH ENGINE (http://searchwithkevin.prodege.com/?cmd=home)!Read more... )