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[about the author]

i actually like speaking in front of large crowds. freakish, eh?

i work crossword puzzles in ink.

i am the american nigella lawson. or maybe the american eddie izzard. can't decide, really.

i would be a really good mom, but i'm cool with being a really good aunt.

i am sometimes more perceptive than i would like to be.

i am fiercely loyal. sometimes, stupidly so.

i never play dumb. never.

i am way too hard on myself.

i am a change agent.

i sometimes cross that fine line between assertive and aggressive.

i am not afraid to tell people that i love them.

i am militantly pro-choice.

i am pro-adoption.

i know a little bit about alot of things.

i typically enjoy the company of men more than women.

i am capable of being really mean and nasty, but i fight it. hard.

i am a lifelong cubs fan. do not laugh.

i have been known to hold a grudge.

i have hips.

i am not my sister.

i am lousy at forgiving myself.

i am an indoor kind of gal.

i am a bargain shopper. to the point of obsession.

i am 32 flavors. and then some.

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happy turkey day
that was always the way my grandmother greeted us on thanksgiving day: happy turkey day! the appropriate response was: gobble gobble. i remember wondering as a child why thanksgiving would be happy turkey day. wouldn't it be about as far from happy as you could get if you were a turkey? then i understood that it wasn't happy turkey day...it was happy turkey day. see?

at any rate, since my grandmother died, thanksgiving has seen a steady decline in my family, culminating in this year. this year, my sister and her husband have hopped a plane to jamaica, and i'm sitting here alone in my apartment having thirty-minute crying jags, mourning the end of a five-and-a-half year love after a painful scene yesterday in which i played the part of julia roberts in notting hill when she says that whole "i'm just a girl asking a boy to love her" speech. i paraphrase, of course. and, to paraphrase the boy's response: "no, thanks." it ain't no martha stewart thanksgiving over here. hell, it ain't even home for the holidays.

so, i could sit here and try to come up with something new and exciting to share with all of you, knowing that you're not going to read it because you're all sitting down to an actual family-oriented (or at least friend-oriented) thanksgiving while i'm not. bitter. plus, it would take me all morning just to type something because i'd collapse into sobs at the mere typing of words like "family" (he says he's looking forward to starting a family...but it's not going to be with me, obviously. i'm never going to have a family now. *heaving sob*) or even words like "cranberry" ("oh *sob*...he hates cranberry sauce!). it's just not a good day to try and write.

so, instead i'll give thanks that i've already penned a couple of pieces that i think are worthy of revisiting. nothing heavy. no mention of "cranberry." just the kind of random hilarity that you folks have become accustomed to here at tequila mockingbird. at least, before my heart got broken and i started writing sad stuff like that piece yesterday.

it'll go back to random hilarity...i just have a little grieving to do first. i promise.

last but not least, i'd like to give thanks to you kind-hearted folks who took the time to comment and email with your words of support and encouragement. blogging is a surreal experience at times. you write these things and send them out into the virtual world, never knowing if anyone ever sees them. to hear a chorus of voices in response to your lament is an amazing, and reassuring thing. i still cried myself to sleep last night...but i felt a bit less alone. and for that, i am truly grateful.

now, without further ado, the answers to the question i've been asked more than once: "what's your favorite?"*

[why i don't read horoscopes - pt. i]

[revenge is a dish best served piping hot...with corn muffins]

[two girls, a sharpie and a bathroom wall]

*it's tough for me to choose favorites, really. but, these three make me laugh. and, in my current state, that's definitely something worth noting.
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