Be kind to me . . . or treat me mean
Maybe I’m stuck in the 90’s or maybe I’m just uncool, but I just dipped back into some Fiona Apple and I can’t stop soaking in it. I like her. Maybe it is because she’s vegan and mental. More likely it is because she is super poetic, I like the piano, and I fancy the way her more recent songs have an old-timey sound to them. Whatever it is, I don’t care. I miss her and her writhing, wunderkind angst.
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With this stitch, I thee wed
My reliable source for wireless thievery is missing! And my connection is spotty . . . sigh.
My time is limited. But I wanted to say that I hope this marriage freedom thing sticks. So I can finally propose properly to Kim Deal. Or my dog.
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I feel all cute inside
I’ve been wanting to check out a new pet boutique between my place and Union Square since first glance from a breath-fogged window of the cramped bus in the morning. I finally did it and I’m in love! Cheeko B (named after the tie-wearing pseudo-owner Jack mix that hangs out in the store, I assume) is the cutest thing ever. Jeannie Craig (my pup’s new name following a 3lb weight loss) got a brand new collar designed by Pac Heights locals. It is fabulous in a puppy couture kind of way. No, I’m not nuts, I can tell that my girl likes to look pretty. Especially after all of that hard work she has been putting in at Curves lately.
Anyway, go there if you can! It’s maxi cuteness and the owner’s owner (wink wink) is too.
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Weirdness
I’ve recently discovered similarities between myself and Pamela Anderson (non-physical, obviously):
1. Both half Dutch
2. Both vegetarians / animal lovers
3. Both born on Canada Day (July 1)
4. Past fondness of Labatt’s
5. Both have Hep C. (KIDDING)
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