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		The architect dropped me off, kissing me goodnight with a little more tongue than I believe is customary between casual acquaintances, but I just kept my mind focused on the free, free Champagne. December 31, 2007 - 1:45 p.m. So since he was obviously thirsting for some communication, I then did some of my famous Ethiopian hand gestures, which roughly translated means �William Shatner rules the universe and defies all laws of gravity�...of course. 2007-12-30 - 11:20 p.m. In the spirit of finishing old business before the new year begins, I would like to get one thing off my chest: December 28, 2007 - 9:09 p.m. No, I'm not engaged to Josh Duhamel. Yet another reason to hate that other, other Fergie. That pop-singing twat. Dec. 28, 2007 - 11:50 a.m. Just look at that -- all shitfaced and about to pass out on the floor. Sexy. Dec. 27, 2007 - 11:58 a.m. I have reassessed my vocal "there is no Santa" policy following my receipt, on Christmas morning, of only a roll of Scotch tape and forty-three cents in assorted change, wrapped in a Zip-Loc bag. December 26, 2007 - 11:58 a.m. getting my ass kicked at guitar hero. 12.25.07 - 10:35 p.m. Merry Christmas, Hot and Spicy, Arizona Style! Tuesday, Dec. 25, 2007 - 7:06 a.m. And now, having read this, you are obligated to beat the current comment record of thirty-two (for May of 2007) by commenting on this post, so I can feel like Lewis Black did when he realized he had already finished and aired Last Laugh 2007 about three weeks before Jamie Lynn Spears announced her pregnancy. 12.24.07 - 10:13 a.m. Knitting like a pirate! Arrrrggggghhhhh! Monday, Dec. 24, 2007 - 7:53 a.m. Ah, but the universe has a dark sense of humour. Friday, Dec. 21, 2007 - 8:57 p.m. Well, it's about time. I was beginning to think you got run over by a reindeer. December 21, 2007 - 4:32 p.m. Because as you know: Rich Alcoholic Golf Pros + lull in conversation= penises. 2007-12-22 - 4:06 p.m. "Dear Timmy, You're annoying, ugly and stupid! It's your fault your parents got divorced and you made grandma sick, God rest her soul. You deserve a lifetime of nothing. Love, Santa p.s. Your dog didn't run away, he got ran over." Dec. 21, 2007 - 9:10 a.m. Have Yourself a Patrick Swayze Christmas! Friday, Dec. 21, 2007 - 9:18 a.m. Worse yet, according to their theory, to attract an independent man � I�m going to need ass implants� 12.20.07 - 10:56 a.m. Nothing says Arizona Christmas like steak. Mmmmmmm. Beef. Thursday, Dec. 20, 2007 - 8:17 a.m. I intend to imitate the successful Jeopardy model, only instead of answering in the form of a question, each answer would be phrased in the form of a self-abasing statement. December 19, 2007 - 3:26 p.m. The older I get the more it seems to me that the line between charmingly eccentric and batsh*t crazy is, oh, say, about 3.25 microns thick. Wednesday, Dec. 19, 2007 - 3:35 p.m. From doggy Prozac to jackets lined with dog fur: 101-Dumbest Moments in Business this year. Dec. 18, 2007 - 11:53 a.m. I can name all of Santa's reindeer, but they already have names, and probably wouldn't answer to new ones. 12.18.07 - 2:06 p.m. There were a couple of party games, like �Feel the sack and guess what�s in it.� Naturally I won that, since I�m so good at�um� feeling sacks. 2007-12-16 - 8:14 p.m. Stand back, everyone. I'm about to use ... Controversy. 12.15.07 - 4:31 a.m. It�s always about the owners not projecting �calm assertive energy� and not �living in the moment� and how they need to �move forward� and �achieve balance and understanding� and �create their intentions�. He�s like a dog Scientologist. 12.14.07 - 11:29 a.m. Plus spending money is hella fun. Did I just type hella? Is this 1997? Am I Wil Wheaton? *checks pants* 2007-12-14 - 12:31 a.m. The hat also features two long braid-like appendages at either side, for maximum prolonged childhood/craziness. December 13, 2007 - 4:38 p.m. Valkyrie: That's Bisquick. Hubster: Well, you need to label the containers. Valkyrie: What, with this kind of label? The one that says "BISQUICK"?! Thursday, Dec. 13, 2007 - 8:15 a.m. I am their client, but their support is so bloody useless that I am, in essence, purchasing ingredients, walking into their restaurant, going back to their kitchen, preparing my own meal, cleaning up after myself, then having to tip them. 12.13.07 - 5:05 a.m. holy shit little girls! Don't you worry, there would be time for that later! 12.13.07 - 12:47 a.m. holy shit little girls! Don't you worry, there would be time for that later! 12.13.07 - 12:47 a.m. Right back at you, Shit Head. Wednesday, Dec. 12, 2007 - 7:28 a.m. Here I am, covered in sparkles and only slightly hung over from getting Winehoused on Champagne and brandy last weekend. December 10, 2007 - 11:32 a.m. When the American national anthem played, those pieces of shit BOOED! 12.10.07 - 6:01 a.m. I let my bitches call me Mistress Athena. And you sound like a bitch. 12.10.07 - 1:42 a.m. �I�m having a really difficult time focusing when you talk. So, if you don�t be quiet, I�m going to staple your mouth shut.� 12.10.07 - 1:41 a.m. When a duck is smiling at you around Christmastime, a Chinese restaurant will cut off its head for you. I learned that from A Christmas Story. 12.08.07 - 8:26 a.m. I even had some lady come up behind me and say �Excuuuuuuse me� to the back of my chair. Like WTF? Is my chair suppose to move for her? Get a life, Pilate-breath! 2007-12-08 - 1:03 a.m. It's not often that I find myself drinking alone in the afternoon but it was right there in the recipe so hey, I had to do it. Thursday, Dec. 06, 2007 - 3:54 p.m. I am Bloody-Eye Valkyrie the Cannibalistic of Saint Wednesday Fishkill!! AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!! Thursday, Dec. 06, 2007 - 7:39 a.m. Let's get real close. Wednesday, Dec. 05, 2007 - 7:52 a.m. Hubster was already out of the car and running to turn off the water main before I could finish saying �Oh dear, that�s very odd� (one of my many talents, you know, stating the perfectly and painfully obvious). Monday, Dec. 03, 2007 - 9:24 a.m. I'd had no idea that a web journalist had taken part in the creation of the script for a Disney movie. Then I realized that said web journalist just didn't know the difference between "imply" (suggest) and "infer" (take a suggestion). 12.01.07 - 7:31 p.m. But I let her go first, since its good karma to be nice to stupid people around Christmas. 12.01.07 - 12:58 p.m.
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