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This isn't really that good a poem
Put your iPod on shuffle and record the first lines of the first 24 songs. Post the poem that results ( Read more... ) -
I hate this about myself, but...
for the first time in my life, I am seriously considering going to a tanning booth. Summer's so much more than over, and I'm confident I could give Jim Gaffigan a run for his money on the pale front. It even rhymes with my name. Pale. Dale. Were I 17 years younger, I think I'd be acquiring a new nickname. And come the thaw, my pallor will ( Read more... ) -
Silly
I was at the gym today, doing crunches on the ab ball, when I started to feel a weird tension in my thigh. It didn't hurt, but I was concerned that I'd injured myself and stopped immediately, only to discover that it was my iPod, which had turned sideways in my pocket and was pressing into my leg ( Read more... ) -
Change?...
"Because he was trying to keep us unsafe from liberals trying to unchange(sic) his laws on listening in on foreign telephone calls ( Read more... ) -
What's in my bucket
I have spent my recent free time shoring up two ends, which read as follows ( Read more... ) -
Time for Quizzin' with urbandictionary.com
Brutally Harvested from RichGhettoGirl ( Read more... ) -
On the plus side, now I rolls tight
It is just so depressing for me, after shelling out the money for my new car, to look at my bank statement. Not doing quite so hot as I'd like to be. Just not the same kind of "fun money" as once there was. Ho-hum. I did buy a keyboard, though. That was pretty "fun." Though I couldn't figure out what "MSCN-FRND" was on my bank statement. I ( Read more... ) -
Putting the "P" in "Piano"
My piano arrived last week, and after plugging away at it for several hours, I think I now feel comfortable enough with it to at least claim that I can play badly. After longer than I care to admit (Still not sure how piano songs work exactly and I couldn't find sheet music online), I managed to figure out "Cigarette" by Ben Folds, the first song ( Read more... ) -
If it ain't Barack, don't fix it
I woke up early today to hit the Obama-drama goin' down on at Calder Plaza with my roommate Chana. It wouldn't have been that early had my midnight relief at work not been forty minutes late. But I woke up and swore I heard rain on the roof. I immediately started to freak, because I'm just getting over a bad chest cold, umberellas were forbidden ( Read more... )