Me last night, while idly spooning a blob of mustard off my t-shirt: It’s nice to have a comfy t-shirt that’s so old that you don’t care at all if you spill on it.
Me today, while sitting at my computer: What is that horrendous smell that’s like a mixture of malt-o-meal and blue cheese? Oh my god, it’s my shirt.
I’ll have you know that I didn’t sleep in this biohazard of a garment. I slept in something else and then woke up and threw on this disgusting shirt.
While the rest of you were receiving texts from Obama about Biden, I was receiving an email from my mom about Tobey. This is what it said:
Tobey has learned to roll over!
What a pushover! It’s like, get a spine, you know?
Laura Leu and I were discussing someone whom we’ve both had frustrating experiences with:
Me: She’s a real piece of work. She’s not a tall drink of water OR a sight for sore eyes.
Laura Leu: She’s not the bee’s knees. Hell, she’s not even the bees ankles.
Me: She’s the bee’s anus.
Laura Leu: You’re giving her too much credit, I’d say she’s more like the bee’s tarsal claw.
Fresh from moving, smelling like dust and packing tape, perhaps wearing a get-up I fashioned out of cardboard boxes and bubble wrap, I’ll be hosting video coverage of the MINI Rooftop NYC. I’m pretty excited, though this festival is hipper than I am. I actually brought that up to the festival people, but I think they liked that. I bring a certain… head full of split ends to the whole affair, provided I don’t get a haircut before it starts. The page I linked to is where the videos will go up, I think, but if there’s another link I’ll provide that.
Joe posted this on my page at The Activity Pit. I wasn’t going to make today day two of the war on un-cute, but why not?
This guy againOkay so today hasn’t been the edgiest day. Perhaps I’m ovulating? Regardless, since it’s an all out cute-palooza, here’s a link to some adorable duck and chick videos that was just sent to me.
Incidentally, I really hope today is the day someone thinking about hiring me checks out my blog discover how newsy and relevant I am. I have my finger on the pulse… of waterfowl.
I mean, while I’m posting photos of small cute things…
I received a request for a baby manatee and as I don’t have the time to give birth right now, I thought I’d just post this photo.
Adorable, but this picture is too small.
Also adorable and also too small.
This duckling break has really been more of a duckling tease than anything.
When you’re a little kid and you go to Las Vegas for family vacations—which isn’t all that fun, by the way, though Circus Circus is/was mindblowing—you drink this or tomato juice. Gawker says it’s coming back. I didn’t realize it went away. I think there’s probably a 25 year old jar of it in my parents’ cupboard.