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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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12.05.2002  

itbuh snowedbuh!
so, it snowed. like the proverbial mofo, it snowed. and it’s still snowing. hard. and where am i? am i nestled in my bed, all snug in my jammies, cozy and warm under my fluffy down comforter? noooo.

i’m at work.

pretty much by myself.

why is my office “open” today? why? why? why?

the truth is it’s kind of okay-nice. i get to goof off all day [i hope] since no one else is here. plenty of time to cruise the internet. plenty of time to play around with still more color schemes for the blog [ed. note: our current palette is homage to martha stewart and her somethin-somethin’-cuana chickens that lay colored eggs. but the eggs still taste like regular eggs. i mean, i guess they do. i’ve never actually had them myself. i’m sure martha would say they’re better than normal eggs. but, as i said, i just don’t know. i digress. a lot.]. plenty of time to design cd covers for the homemade cds i’m giving this year as part of my welfare christmas plan. hey, it beats homemade lip-balm.

anyway, i hate cold weather. partly because of hats. i mean, i love hats. really, i do. i actually own a bunch of hats. but, i can’t wear them. and, before you go jumping to any conclusions, or nodding your head in sympathy because you’re one of those people who just can’t wear hats either, let me say: i look just fine in hats. i just can’t wear them.

as i revealed earlier this week in a comment on jodi's site, the problem is my head. i have a small head. very small. tiny. freakishly tiny. just-not-right-tiny. even hats labeled small…well, they’re not small enough.

when i put on a hat, i look like dumb donald from fat albert. i always thought i looked like mush mouth from fat albert, then i thought maybe it was weird harold, and i had them confused. but after a bit of due diligence, it turns out that it’s actually not mush mouth or weird harold. it's dumb donald. you know the guy. the one with the big-ass-pink-seashell-lampshade-lookin’-hat-thing that covers his whole face, except for the eye holes he cut in it. yeah, that’s me. and, that alone sucks -- that i look like dumb donald when i put a hat on. but, add to that the fact that it totally ruins a whole big schtick i was going to do in today's post where i ranted about my hat-anger in mush mouth talk, like “thatbuh sucksbuh.” but, now i can’t do that whole bit, because it’s not mush mouth. it’s dumb donald.

dammitalltohellbuh.
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