Dolly-ist
-ist Me: "So I hear they have a cafe at American Girl Place." She: "You didn't know that?" Me: "No, I haven't been into the scene. My boss went, and tells me that they have special seats for the American Girl dollies and serve them dolly portions of whatever you're
Demon Dave
Inner Whoshewhatsit Yesterday Pirate Alice unveiled the secret her pyschic had urged her to sit on: she's cursed with a demon/spirit that's holding her back and preventing her from having a groovy relationship with guys. She's named this demon Dave, and has been on a quest to reform him since
Audience Participation
Audience Participation Me: "Since you're constantly journaling, I'm surprised you haven't tried running a blog." He: "I don't know. It seems a awful lot like masturbation to me." Me: "Yes, but it's masturbation with an audience." He: "..." Me: "Guess you're not bent that way." He: "No, I need the
Home Repair
Prevarication I'm having issues with my drill. It won't, for some odd reason, allow me to put a hole into the wall next to my bathroom door, which I need in order to anchor my towel bar. The other hole drilled in quite nicely, but this one stopped just short
Can’t keep a good man down
Can't keep a good man down She: "I know you didn't mean to bring back the Ghost of Christmas Past." Me: "I meant for him to stay locked in the closet. Guess I'll have to bury hatchet between his eyes. Can't have him wandering around." She: "You're a woman with
Inner Heroine
Inner Heroine She: "So does she have a name?" Me: "You mean my avatar? The one that slays dragons, triumphs over Corporate America and still has a perfect manicure?" She: "Yeah. Mine is called Adrianna." Me: "Teá " She: "Like Teá Leone?" Me: "Yeah, except more heroine than comedienne."
