There was talk of donuts and butt pillows.
I am in love with these
Because I’m in the process of decorating my new place I’m doing things like buying 8 sets of curtains and then deciding I don’t like any of them. I really never thought buying curtains would be this difficult and I’m still kicking myself for giving away and throwing out so much of my New York stuff. But anyway, that is beside the point. What’s germane to the point is that I thought I wanted grommet top curtains and I don’t. Wait, that’s also beside the point.
Not in love with you or your grommet tops
What I’m trying to say is I need to hang on to receipts because I’m making a lot of returns and instead of keeping them in a pile in a decorative bowl, thus uglyifying the bowl (pretty sure that’s a real word), now I put them in these ugly but functional post-it pockets which stick on the inside of a cabinet or the outside of a wall or basically wherever you want.
In love with you
If I had more I would stick one on my stomach and pretend I was a marsupial. I’d probably be a koala, in case you’re wondering. And then I would stick a small stuffed koala in the post it pocket. I would name it Joey to be clever, or Fred, just because.
I wrote a guest blog post! Yay for me!
Special Guest Post: Alison Rosen Tells a Tale of Public Speaking
We're so two dimensional

Howard Shum did this cool drawing of Bald Bryan and me. I think it’s awesome. I also think I need to blog more so I’m going to try to post something every day. You’re welcome!
Tobey's Daydream
Some time ago my boyfriend asked if I wanted to do something which I didn’t want to do so I took a picture of myself grimacing and sent it to him and told him it was my reaction. Periodically he sends me back this photo which is like sending heroin to a junkie since I’m addicted to my own face. Recently though he incorporated a photo of my parents dog, Tobey, and called the whole thing “Tobey’s Daydream” which I think is adorable however I might rename it “El Sueño de Tobey” just to be pretentious. But I wanted to share it with you since I am endlessly amused by it.
Big John McCarthy teaches me how to be a UFC ref
I think I have what it takes.
Bid on Bryan and me!
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Perhaps you need your car washed or your lawn mowed or your kid babysat or your dinner cooked or your dog walked? While Ace* is in New York, Bryan and I will be doing odd jobs. Bid on us on eBay! Do it!
*I pretty much never call him that.
In other, unrelated news, it’s raining and water is coming in thru my front door. Perhaps I will drink it as I never turn down freshly strained door juice.
After the Adam Carolla Show 10/3/11
I cannot say “broccoli popcorn feet” without cracking up.
After the Adam Carolla Show vlog 10/2/11
Moving is making me dumb. Also: soda!
I played piano with Ben Folds!
And he sang about cantaloupe and Nancy Grace!


