I was sitting here minding my own business and scrolling through my social media feed, and that picture of whatsisnose's widow hugging the Hillbilly Elegy guy went by. I had two immediate thoughts:

• "Gah! You made a bear! Undo it! Undo it!"
• "That is not the Erika I want to see in leather (pleather?) pants. Some traditions should stay inside their subcultures."

Anyhow, for those of you who have not seen the photo, consider yourselves fortunate.

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For someone who aspires to...le vie boheme(minus tuberculosis), I know I can be a little too private about physical contact and, you know, the application of same in public--it might be me, right? But that was so embarrassing I had to watch a bunch of Archers to kill the urge to find out how to say "Get a room, she-beast," in German and post it where they might see it--woof. (if they did Too Much Candy, I'd yak.) Well, still got the pleather, and, yes, I actually like sharing my name with that soap-opera chick more than Merry Widow Kirk. Have been feeling a bit repellingly single this week, but I think ita's rule applies and I'd rather lick a water fountain in the county jail than touch either of those individuals--I might catch it.

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We had 5 trick or treaters all night. Most of the candy will go to work with me on Monday I guess.

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