What. Jessica. Said.
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
Top Chef reunion: WTF? Why does fucking Stephen have to seem so fucking reasonable? All, "I learned so much from watching the show." I hated that guy!!
McCain "represents" me, allegedly. He only looks good cause who wouldn't next to a balls-out creep like Kyl?(if only he'd literally...well, that's a lovely image. Never mind.) Not to sound like crazy joiner party booster lady, but if you've got a problem with your Party, you could try showing up.
Oh dear god.
My cable is broken, and they cant replace the box until Sunday.
TV. Withdrawal. Panic.
Send chocolate. Send boys. Send me sanity.
Withdrawal...
OMG, Allyson, I'm so sorry.
But, um, aren't you supposed to be writing a book and shit? This could be the opportunity you've needed and didn't even know it!
Jesse, I am so not ready for you to make lemonade from my lemons.
I PEE IN YOUR LEMONADE.
Note to self: Never ever drink lemonade with Allyson.
Dude, it's not my lemonade! I'm having a mini-crisis myself right now, due to a lack of the Amazing Race.
I've got some extra rabbit ears I could send you, Allyson.
I just bought The Commitment by Dan Savage, for whom I have an unholy love, so at least there's something to read while I think about writing, "The Lurkers Support Me in Email."
I'm opening myself up to my shoddy behavior in The Great Zoe Finch Head Injury Incident.
Oy. "Hello, my name is Allyson, and sometimes I'm a big fat jerk."