[about the author]
i actually like speaking in front of large crowds. freakish,
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
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.
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.
for the sake of my writing, i might actually move my desk into the cafeteria
i'm sure many of you remember the conversation i overheard between two coworkers while trying to resist the tempatation of the hostess cupcakes with creamy filling.
[note: no. i could not resist the temptation of the hostess cupcakes with creamy filling. i am, after all, only human.]
so, today, during lunch, the following:
coworker 1: "hey...what is that you're eating?"
coworker 2: "it's a bread bowl."
coworker 1: "a bread bowl?!"
coworker 2: "yep. with tomato basil soup."
coworker 1: "is that like a pot pie?"
coworker 2: "no. it's like a bowl made out of bread. with soup in it."
coworker 1: "'cause i hate pot pies. don't like 'em. they give me the creeps."
coworker 3: "did they invent those in philadelphia?"
coworker 1: "no. wait...do you mean bread bowls? or pot pies?"
coworker 3: "pot pies. because that seems like something they would invent in philadelphia."
coworker 1: "oh. no. they didn't invent pot pies in philadelphia. they invented other stuff there, though. like...chocolate."
coworker 3: "really? i didn't know they invented chocolate in philadelphia."
coworker 1: "yeah. well, you know...i mean...chocolate in america."
coworker 3: "oh."
honestly, i have to apologize because i'm sure there was probably more really good stuff after that, but i had to leave because i absolutely was not going to be able to keep it together one minute longer.
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