All you Dallas haters make me sad.

Not my fault. I'm a Saints fan.

Oh. My. GAWDS! The little 5 yr. old of one of the DJs at the radio station came in my office, as she often does. She asked me when my birthday was, and I told her Saturday, November 26, and of course she asked how old I'll be, and I told her 30 and that I'm 29 right now, and she's all ""and then you'll be 31, and 32, 33, 34, 35 and pretty soon you'll be 100!"

I'd have strangled her if she weren't adorable.

I'm a work and really don't want to be. Our office closes at 12:30, but I won't be leaving until 2 because I have class at 3 and there's absolutely not point in going home before class (it's in the wrong direction).

And, it snowed last night!

Allyson, do you have a trusted shop-keeper in the neighborhood you could leave an envelope with? Or is that just a New York thing?

Oh hells yeah. My corner liquor store is rocking at that sort of thing. But I'm leaving, and I think Ruby will be okay. Tim talked me off the ledge.

Tim talked me off the ledge.

Well, it's nice to know he doesn't always shove those we love off of it.

Ruby will be fine.

Here's a kind of crazy story, especially after last night's Bones: [link]

Well, it's nice to know he doesn't always shove those we love off of it.

Nice in that Allyson is fine (and we like that), but a bit disillusioning. Its like finding out about Santa if Santa were prone to offing the 'nice' list for sweeps.

Here's a kind of crazy story, especially after last night's Bones: [link]

That's fascinating. And re: Bones whoa. I wonder if the ep was based on this case. Obviously not the "Wait no maybe he really is guilty of things," but the untested pubic hair is an odd coinky-dink.

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Aaaand Go Fug Yourself was updated this morning. Woo!

Aaaand Go Fug Yourself was updated this morning. Woo!

Whoa! Jon Favreau has gotten large and neckless. And Vince Vaughn is puffy and bloated. This is what happens with the swinging lifestyle.