"...So crack a bottle, let your body waddle
Don't act like a snobby model
You just hit the lotto..."
From some Eminem song. No idea what it's called.
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One day I want to be referred to as "...hilarious, good-looking and as restrained as Joan Rivers on crack..." (stolen from http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/09/garden/09giulia.html?ref=style).
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This is a repository for my bile and sarcasm. To read about at least one nicer thing I am capable of, please direct your attention to What Room Is The Free Food In? which is about my kitchen escapades.
Starting January 3, 2009, the aforementioned food blog will be only about food. Should you feel well-fed but snark-deprived, this is definitely the blog to read.
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2009
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January
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- Nuttier than squirrel poo.
- Guilty pleasure.
- Urgh.
- Knees and toes, knees and toes
- You stay classy, America!
- MLK, Inauguration
- Musicality
- Walk for a... what?
- Lyrics of the moment.
- Concrete Bunkers
- Back to school, back to school...
- My Mom
- Be-All End-All Cholesterol
- Who wants to leap buildings in a single bound?
- The cold harsh reality...
- I am a rattling mess of crazy.
- Anthropo.... scientist?
- Concert!
- Mah Car
- Organization! Organization! Sis-boom-bah!
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