anne_nahm ([info]anne_nahm) wrote,
@ 2008-04-22 05:32:00
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Somewhere Between Being Hip & Just Breaking One
Something about people mentioning Twitter makes me want to pull my stretch pants up under my boobs* and scream out the window, "Get your damn twittering off my lawn!" Then go hit the early bird special. Those crazy kids.

In other news, I got very lonely to talk to real live people. About anything not related to parenting. My lame dinner parties weren't giving me any satisfaction. Possibly because I kept slapping guests with my white leather glove and saying, "I demand satisfaction!"** What did happen was most people looked at me funny and left.


Except that girl who slapped me back and then got naked. Failure all around.


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[info]etinterrapax
2008-04-22 01:58 pm UTC (link)
Heh. This is awesome. And coincidence: I was just thinking over the few physical activities I have ever enjoyed and wondering if now I'm old enough for the seniors' tap dance class at the Y. Me and the Golden Girls, that's the ticket. Because who else of a self-respecting thirty-three wants to take tap lessons? Nobody, that's who.

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[info]sing_dream_love
2008-04-22 05:58 pm UTC (link)
Hello, my name is Miranda, and I'm a Twitter addict.
*hangs head*

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[info]tat2whttrsh
2008-04-22 10:12 pm UTC (link)
You try not to be cranky when you can taste your underwear in the back of your throat.

Oh. God. That was spew-coffee worthy. People around here do that on
purpose, starting at junior high age. Sumner's not a happy town.

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