Had yet another mysterious blog sabotage yesterday. Someone is out to get me. I suck at sleuthing, so we’re enlisting the help of those who are good at it and when I find out who’s behind this…well, I do so love a good feud.
While I would like to think that I’ve drawn the ire of the powers that be for my unrelenting efforts at talking truth to power, I know I’m just not that important. More than likely I’ve been caught at some of the awful things I’ve done in the last couple of weeks, either by my victims or karma and this was payback. Either way thanks to genuis of the genuis known simply as JCN, things are back normal. So let’s go with recommenting all those thousands of comments you tried to leave over the last couple of days.
When you write something whacko, you should let it sit overnight. - casca
There’s no and there’s not now.
Dear Universe,
Not now.
Love,
Dawn
I like introducing new features on Clareified. I haven’t done so in quite some time, so I proudly announce the creation of “that’s some boolsheet.” Kinda like a not so random thought, but with attitude.
So one of your best friends is getting married and you don’t even get to go on the cake tastings? That’s some boolsheet.
Clareified: subpar blogging since 2008
So Jamie has this long post up over on his site, I mean, epic. But here’s what I got out of it “I was too enfeebled from recent surgery to go to Dawn’s tournament in Brooklyn, but getting on a bus to NEW JERSEY, no problem.”
And he thought I was mean to him before…HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHHAA.
*From my all-time favorite movie, mad props and lollipops, if you get it in the comment section.
Karol just emailed me a Justin Timberlake song.
That is all.
The next time I scream in unimagineable pain in your office due to you touching some newly hacked up part of my being and you casually respond with “so you’re experiencing some ’sensitivity’ in that area,” I will kick you in the nads.
That is all.
Scene: Dawn may or may not have been saying “Atia of the Julii, I call for justice” over and over and over and over and over again, so that by the time we got to the car, Alceste immediately plugged in Mary’s ipod and pressed play as we were leaving the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot.
Alceste: This is the inaugural playing of Liz Phair in the Professor!
Me: No it’s not. I listen to ‘Why can’t I’ all the time.
Alceste: Okay, it’s the inaugural playing of good Liz Phair in the Professor
Me: (quietly starts to sing ‘Why Can’t I) Why Can’t I breathe whenever I think about youuuu
Alceste: Dawn. I will hit the next speed bump…HARD.
My mother: How on earth do you burn spaghetti?
Me: Shoulder Shrug