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  1. CHSH Note

    1. If I flirt with you online, I may flirt with you in person.
    2. If I flirt with you online, I may be bashful in person.
    3. If I do not flirt with you online, I may flirt with you in person.
    4. If I do not know you and we meet for the first time this weekend, I may flirt with you in person.
    5. Or I may just sit in a corner with a book.
  2. TT

    Mood: foul.
    Lip: that had better be a goddamn pimple.
    Food: fowl, perhaps for lunch.
    Tip: what I promised would be all I put in.
    Rude: always.
    Snip: what the mohel says.
    ‘Tude: give me none.
    Grip: Kung-fu or not at all.
    Nude: like one of your French girls.
    Trip: to Chicago in two days.

  3. Oh, look. And now Tumblr have switched the rotation on the globe.

    Good on you.

  4. Apparently, Tumblr hired the same graphics folk who did the opening credits for The Daily Show…the globe is spinning the wrong way.

  5. Guess my mood; win a prize.

    Guess my mood; win a prize.

  6. Or possibly the inverse…Wes Anderson getting drunk and trying to reproduce a Nickelodeon sitcom?

    Or possibly the inverse…Wes Anderson getting drunk and trying to reproduce a Nickelodeon sitcom?

  7. I used to actively dislike Sprint, but thanks to their new ad campaign…

    … I’m making it my mission to eradicate them from the face of creation.

  8. No black polish; burnt my hand on a hot pan; clothes are all tight.

    I’m going to be a fucking joy in Chicago.

  9. Taking a walk last night, I spied a man walking two dogs - a German Shepherd and some tiny little thing I refuse to acknowledge as an actual canine - with a holster on his belt. Now, maybe he was one of PHX’s finest or maybe he was one of Sheriff Joe’s boys…but this is PHX, so odds are he was just some dude who carries.

    And it made me sad. Sad to think how very, very frightened this little man must be such that walking in a perfectly reasonable neighborhood (this is, after all, where TheWife walks our dog at 4am) with his 90-110 pound dog, he feels a need to be armed.

    What trauma must he have endured, what demons must haunt him, that he feels so afraid of the world.

    That, or he’s just got a wee tiny pecker.