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Merry Bitchmas!

Hello there!  You know what day it is … yep, it’s the day that America’s shitty humans forget how to operate their motor vehicles, but nevertheless take to the nation’s roads and highways in droves.  Oh, and it’s Christmas, too. Merry Christmas, but back to the point. What is it about this time of year that causes […]

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seat 16b(aby)

The baby is the longtime dreaded seat partner on an aircraft, with the growing exception of the massively obese person who hasn’t given themselves the courtesy of purchasing the seat block that their body necessitates. However, the unfortunate overweight partner can often justify a move to another seat, on the theory that a) you cannot […]

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It’s a Beautiful Day in Someone’s Neighborhood

[Queue piano ditty.] [Screen text: Missus Abernathy’s ShadyHood] [Enter trolly car from the left, pan right following trolly.] [Zoom to yellow house mid-screen, with quick camera transition to flashing yellow traffic light.] [Camera pans left as I enter the room singing “A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood”–poorly and off key.] [Stopping at the closet, I […]

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Pie Chart Friday: reader advice edition

Happy Pie Chart Friday, readers–especially one reader in particular who took me up on my gracious offer of providing horrendous advice and may have unknowingly jump-started my very successful career as an R-rated advice columnist.  Only time will tell, but I have already started spending and celebrating as if this career trajectory is a given, […]

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Just Another Magic Monday

I don’t know why I’m surprised when Mondays turn into shit show central around here, it’s exactly the same drill every week. By the time I get in, Harriet Hates Her Job has successfully brewed the worst tasting coffee in the history of bad office coffee.  She will naturally have forgotten to wash the filter […]

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thank you, I think …

I started this blog immediately after quitting Facebook, primarily as a means through which to ensure that my emotionally charged neuroses have an outlet that is not my office or my shitty, over-priced, and dog-shit ridden apartment complex.  See, an outburst on par with those I am capable of having could send me to jail […]

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