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What’s worse than diet cola?
FLAT diet cola.
Although, why I picked up the cola can from the night before and thought it was a good idea to take a sip is a complete mystery.
Hey, does anyone have a claim on those potato chips on the floor over there???
My life as a cartoon…
Working with my brother and business partner I seem to end up knee deep in code while he test drives the programs. I’m Tinker, the goofy mechanic (green jumpsuit) from Speed Buggy and he’s Mark, the suave hipster.
Plus, after looking back at the picture, that’s how my hair looks when I wake up anyway.
During commercials, though, I think Tinker gets the girl, so nyah!
The newspaper in our area recently reported on a set of conjoined twins. They listed the weight as 8 lbs 5 oz. A good friend of mine heard this and asked, “Is that how much they weigh together or seperately?”
[Note: Come on folks… They can’t very well weigh them seperately, eh?]
[Note 2: See Amy, I didn’t use your name or make any blonde jokes!]
I went to eat at a Chinese buffet tonight. They have a wall length mirror that runs alongside where you get your food. I wouldn’t think this would be in their best interest. It’s as if you can see yourself get fatter every time you go up for another plate.
Ok, I took a look at a lot of other moblogs on textamerica and realized something. I am not the most inane poster of pictures.
But, I’ve still got time.
Got a new cell phone with a camera on it.
Not even *I* can rationalize this one.
But it’s sooooooooooo fun. Check out the world’s most inane moblog. I never realized exactly how much junk you see in one day.
Pink candles and an umbrella.
37 must be the “I’m comfortable with my heterosexuality” birthday.
Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday to Me
Everyone older than me keeps saying “I’m catching up” to them.
Only if I kill them.
On the importance of enunciation…
Be careful with statements like “I practice self-deprecating humor.”
Butch eye for the girlie girl.
Just wait.