Category: daily drivel
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bridget jones was fat?
Eight hours after I read this article in The New York Times, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea that somebody out there at any time considered Renee Zellweger fat: As Bridget Jones, she allowed us to embrace our wine-and-heartache inner insecurities. She made the fat, boozy chain-smokers and job-losers among us… Read.
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death to mousey
B and I have declared unrestricted warfare on mice. All mice, wherever they are, but particularly here in our little red house. Before our declaration was submitted to the order rodentia, we were trying to expunge only the mice from our house by live-trapping them, then releasing them into the wild, where they could rejoin… Read.
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elbows
You should have seen me a yoga class last night. I was so proud to be able to bend over and touch the floor with my fingers. We all had our feet a little more than shoulder width apart, but still, I haven’t been able to do that in a long time. Then the instructor… Read.
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spacey
And the first day of our visit to Seattle is up, in which: We ride the ducks, visit the Space Needle, and eat some of the best pizza ever. And that completes all the drivel I’ve got to write about our trip. Thanks for coming. Read.
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over there
Day four of our trip to Portland is up, in which: We finally get some rain; meet the greediest hobo in town; and ride the aerial tram. Thanks for coming. Read.
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wabbita wabbita wabbita
Day Three of our trip to the Pacific Northwest is up, in which we take a ramble through Washington Park, search high and low for a bowl of ramen, and finish up the day with the best ice cream ever. Read.
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boring or
I’m trying to think of something interesting to say about this place, but I can’t. Read.
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limber, not
I told my Mom that B & I were taking yoga classes, and she asked: How is the Sun Salutation, Warrior One and Warrior Two, etc going? You and B are going to be so limber you’ll be able to tie yourself in knots. Or are you doing that already? Ah, no, we are not… Read.
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why sour
Day Two of our trip to the Pacific Northwest is up, in which we meet Jennison, visit the alternate punk universe of Old Town Portland, meet Gregor Mendelson’s avatar, wander the Waterfront in search of beer, and consider the question: Why sour? Why? Read.
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flipfloppy
After writing about Seattle backwards, I’ve decided to write about our trip to the Pacific Northwest, starting in Portland, from day one and working forward. I’m kinda flipfloppy that way. Enjoy! Read.
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