Hi, I’m fat. I hate to brag, but our office thanksgiving potluck lunch was pretty impressive. What, with our apricot stuffing, warm goat cheese / beet / walnut salad, brandied cranberry sauce, green bean casserole …
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a feast
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Q: Trailer Park Bar? A: Yes.
Ladies and Gentlemen, beholdeth the Trailer Park bar, located conveniently on 23rd just off eighth, caddy corner to a large GAP where you can black out and emerge with 700 fleece lined hoodies. Were you …
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Time Out!
Friends! Foes! Check this extremely blurry photo! Bekah’s Homemade Monologues are featured in Time Out’s holiday gift guide. I don’t know why, but I really feel like those things needed to be bold. Perhaps because …
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Steef (a magical bard?)
…My boyfriend’s freshly painted D&D figurines can TOTALLY beat up your boyfriend’s D&D figurines. That is, if he has them. And if he doesn’t – you are thoroughly missing out.
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NO!
I am really good at combatting negativity, for the most part, I think? Sure, I will feel down for a minute, or perhaps a day, or a short series of days – but I’m FAIRLY …
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I like it when parades happen outside my office. I couldn’t help but have a private moment with this one, and let my heart momentarily swell, and things, and leave my Dad and brothers sappy voicemails. …
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We Do Things
Steve and I tend to always do the same things, as we’re both so busy and there’s little time for the adventure that stems from nothing to do. If we’re gonna go on a date, …
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my terrible children
Last night, I explored a scary potential future version of my Self, as an angry Soccer Mom, or: Kate Gosselin, thanks to my generic ‘Eight is Enough’ wig. I demanded that children finish their …
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Somebody loves Halloween.
And they live on Lorimer street.
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