Michelle Trachtenberg (and Joan Cusack) will be on the View on March 9th.
'Potential'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I still think Clinton is hot, even since his heart surgery.
Me, too. Every once in a while, when I'm having an attack of the Uglies, I remind myself that I'm Clinton's demographic: smart and chubby. And then I feel better. No, seriously.
I have overplanned my next month or so, so naturally I can't sleep. Because that really helps. I woke up, and wondered why I had so little e-mail and there hadn't been many posts here.
Because it was 12:50am. I was so damned *up* it was ten minutes before I checked a clock. Or looked out the window. I had to read for an hour (yay, Neverwhere!) to unwind enough to sleep again.
I'm kinda sleepy, and faced with more moving, a post-work meeting, and teaching. Checking my calendar I have one freeish weekend between now and the 16th of April.
Skipping and skimming is very stressful when you people are talking about Monk.
Every once in a while, when I'm having an attack of the Uglies, I remind myself that I'm Clinton's demographic: smart and chubby. And then I feel better.
I hadn't considered this. Huh. Now I feel better too, since I'm also in that group. OK, I'd rather have the Big Dawg discuss policy with me than fool around with him. But as former (or current) presidents go, he's the one with whom I'd be most willing to fool around.
Ugh, ita. I hope you can sleep more. I think I have you beat, since my next freeish weekend is April 30th, but two of those weekends are vacation weekends, so I'm not sure it counts. Oddly, I am sleeping well, maybe too well.
The Abstinence-Committed Bear. Who knew teddy bears had sex?
It's fucking green! No teady bear would want to fuck that.
I have work to do, I know I do. Not sure it's going to get done though.
Me, too. Every once in a while, when I'm having an attack of the Uglies, I remind myself that I'm Clinton's demographic: smart and chubby. And then I feel better. No, seriously.
Me, too. Then, I start thinking I'm not smart enough for him. Then I remember few are. Then I console myself that I *am* smart enough to dry clean my dresses when they're in need of it.