I don't want my t-shirts to be clever. They only need to highlight my boobs and hide my belly, which is hard enough work as it is.
In Ireland! I fit right in! Everyone is ruddy, round and smiley. I've found my people!
I'm pretty sure what I just answered my door in was inappropriate. It's a hotel, they've seen everything, right? At least, now they have.
Someone unfriended me on facebook that I actually like. Sad face. Unless he did it for the free burger, then it's totally justifiable.
Wearing a stupid outfit today. It doesn't happen to me often, but you know what it means? I'm going run into George Clooney today.
Burned hand on popcorn, jumped in pain, knocked knife off counter, stabbed foot, got paper cut from band aid wrapper. Take that Darwin!
Trapped at a restaurant next to the most vapid girls I've ever heard. Ten seconds away from hara-kiri and all I have is a coffee stirrer.
I just stepped on a snail and broke it's shell. I'm really concerned. In this economy, I don't think he's going to get a loan for a new one.
You're not nearly as cool, special, twee or inspiring as you think you are. Felt good to get that out. Now I'm off to beat some kittens.
Simon Cowell is truly my hero. He has a posh accent, he's like the richest man on earth AND he gets to be an unmitigated asshole at work.
iTunes genius isn't as smart as it thinks. Putting Biggie and Tupac on the same playlist seems like an iffy decision at best, even now.
I don't know how you East Coast people do it. You have to be up SO early.
Dear guy peeling off from every stoplight,
It's a Camry, dude.
Oh nothing, just sitting around having my own Chicago tweetup. As Usually. Too bad you guys missed it. #chsh http://twitpic.com/36x9i
Status of a friend on facebook: "I'm confused about Michael Phelps. Marijuana is NOT a performance enhancing drug...unless you play bass."
I'm wearing one of those outfits today that was so great in theory and so so so so so not OK in practice.
#followfriday is bunk. Most everyone that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE is already more popular than me, so I choose me. Just like Kelly on 90210.
I just want you to know, if we hit it off tonight, I still have plenty of time to cancel my mail-order bride. #nerdpickuplines
It's funny. People on twitter have far fewer chins than the people I meet in real life. At least what I can tell from the pictures on here.



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