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ahoy matey! get the parrot to rustle up some grits and runnies for the whole ship!
stick a fork in its little yellow eye!!! stick a fork in its little yellow eye!! delicious!!!
WELCOME!!!!!! HOORAY!!!!
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aaah Hi Stacy! You are such a sweetie, welcome! I miss you.
I was so close to picking this design before I went with the green girl look. Nice looking blog! Tweet!
I think it’s mostly the backs of their shaved necks that creep me out, all those little pink spots where the hair is trying to grow but it just can’t get a little help — you know what it looks like when a squirrel is trying to cross the road and on one side of the road there’s just cars and cars, and on the other side it’s just cars and cars, and there are cars and more cars coming towards him…oh, squirrel dances around, miserable, it’s all so unappealing, all the alternatives…and then SPLAT. Well, that’s what those little hairs look like on the backs of their neck. Above, it’s just a boring crewcut and bad shampoo, a receding hairline, some dandruff medication. Below, it’s fabric softener and a little brooks brothers ennui…all it wants to do is hang on to the back of the neck, get a little sun, a little grip from a good woman’s hand, SOMETHING but nope. just the razor, and the flourescent lights.
I can’t help myself. there are so many damn law school summer interns here and they are wearing the clothes their grandmother gave them. It’s sweet really. They care about justice. That’s why they’re not interning at Manatt. But oooooooh, those little red spots of the sad sad hairs on the backs of their necks….
…i might add that i am newly returned from lunch, where I witnessed a fight between twin human babies and two shitzus today. the shitzus were on leashes–the babies were in harnesses. they were a tangled blur of pathos, snot, fury and twine. Ah, Stacy, stacy stacty.
Your design has changed. Looks good! Now post something or else Quintan will unleash her hummingbirds on you and they will swarm and stick their tongues in your eyes and ears until it tickles so bad you run from your desk screaming with laughter and then your boss fires you and you have nothing to do but blog all day anyway. Either way, man, you’re blogging.