I don’t do things. Or tags. Or lists. Or lists about tags. Or tags made of lists. Or list the names of tags. I don’t even cut the fucking tags off my clothes. I walk around with fucking clothes tags scratching my neck, my thighs.
However, I will say that, when in uniform, I am an exceptionally sexy Salsa dancer. My parents are from Japan, so it sort of worked out well.
TEASE
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
A Pointless Gift From T. at 4:24 PM
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I have also been tagged in the crazy "give me some bullshit schtuff about yourself" virus, and I have been rebelling by not responding. Though your response was clever - bravo!
Been reading your blog for a bit (found you through The Gotham Frugal, who is my friend) - and I like!
Mine is
http://amyvanvechtenmusicky.wordpress.com/
-aimes
No fair. You got to open a xmas present early. Was it Mel that got you the quasi-John Cusack monologue from Say Anything? It looks good on you.
Eh, sorry. My smart-ass comments are bleeding over from Hannah and Maymay's blog. Only 134 days until Springsteen in ATL!
hmmm. how rude.
Fucking tags.
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