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Let's Blog About Sex: October 2012
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Let's Blog About Sex. Tuesday, October 23, 2012. We'll call it a win. Within three hours of being informed that the cute and fun girl with whom I thought things were going just swimmingly and felt no need to changed informed me that a) She did not want a relationship, to 'move forward' and in response to my telling her that I did not want that either that b) she could not continue as things were, I had secured a date for this weekend. Maybe I'm not completely hopeless. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Let's Blog About Sex: November 2011
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Let's Blog About Sex. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. Actions and identity, or a consideration of love. I'm going to give a vague Glee spoiler alert here if you happen not to have watched any of season 2 or season 3 thus far. Okay? Santana is in love with Brittany. She's come to the conclusion that she is gay/lesbian. Now, these two things could very well both be true, both in the world of brilliant television musical dramadies, and life, but the first does not necessarily make the second true. We were talki...
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LolCait: Please Help Me
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How We Are Homely. Monday, March 3, 2008. Sweet mother of Joseph, I cannot stop watching Home Improvement. Nick At Nite just started airing back to back to back to back to back episodes of the damn show. And I'm dying. I need a life. I don't normally recommend deliberate drug overdoses, but this might be the ideal situation. March 3, 2008 at 1:56 AM. JTT was so dreamy, wasn't he? March 3, 2008 at 9:34 AM. Home Improvement is classic television? I still have all of my TeenBeat centerfolds. I'm old:(.
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LolCait: How To Cure The Sunday Blues
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How We Are Homely. Monday, March 10, 2008. How To Cure The Sunday Blues. Though, I guess it's technically Monday, I'm still awake and I still have to work in the morning and, you know, that's never fun. So in hopes of staving off my (and your) malaise, here's one thing that makes me happy. A lovely, poignant song called "Eduardo", written by a good friend, performed by a blond girl in Michigan. Enjoy. Sweet the grownup version in the loving a Latino. Theme is Abba's hypnotically catchy tune.
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LolCait: In Which I Stop Being Gross
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How We Are Homely. Monday, March 31, 2008. In Which I Stop Being Gross. My roommate and I joined a gym. Today and I have my first meeting with a trainer on Wednesday. I'm scared as hell because I'm in terrible shape (I ran a mile and a half last year and almost died). This is sad, because I used to have pretty good stamina. Sigh. But hopefully I'll stick with it (it'd be awfully expensive not to) and will go from this:. OK, that's probably not going to happen. But, wish me luck. Make Me Feel Goooood.
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LolCait: July 2008
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How We Are Homely. Friday, July 4, 2008. I already linked to it today in a post on Gawker, but I think it bears repeating:. Please watch Country Boys. Frontline's sad, horrifying, and sublimely moving portrait of two boys growing up in rural Kentucky. One can too easily forget how many varying shades of life there are in this precarious, listless nation of ours. Country Boys. How lucky are you? I mean, I'm not about to go do charity. Work, because I'm a lazy drunk, but I hope that you'll feel (for transf...
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LolCait: March 2008
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How We Are Homely. Monday, March 31, 2008. In Which I Stop Being Gross. My roommate and I joined a gym. Today and I have my first meeting with a trainer on Wednesday. I'm scared as hell because I'm in terrible shape (I ran a mile and a half last year and almost died). This is sad, because I used to have pretty good stamina. Sigh. But hopefully I'll stick with it (it'd be awfully expensive not to) and will go from this:. OK, that's probably not going to happen. But, wish me luck. Make Me Feel Goooood.
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LolCait: Independence Day
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How We Are Homely. Friday, July 4, 2008. I already linked to it today in a post on Gawker, but I think it bears repeating:. Please watch Country Boys. Frontline's sad, horrifying, and sublimely moving portrait of two boys growing up in rural Kentucky. One can too easily forget how many varying shades of life there are in this precarious, listless nation of ours. Country Boys. How lucky are you? I mean, I'm not about to go do charity. Work, because I'm a lazy drunk, but I hope that you'll feel (for transf...
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LolCait: The E! Channel: Political Prognosticators
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How We Are Homely. Friday, February 29, 2008. Man, the Hillary Clinton camp wasn't kidding about that vast media conspiracy against her. Even E! That network that shouts at you and throws pictures in your face all day, has an anti-Hillary opinion. Some brilliant wit named Michael Yo. Who hosts an E! Satellite radio show or some such shit, made a joke that she should be Paris Hilton's roommate. Hahaha, that's so funny. Because Paris is a trashy celebrity who's so. I do not support barack obama.
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LolCait: Miles Davis
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How We Are Homely. Sunday, February 3, 2008. So I had cause to celebrate this weekend because of some good news at work. I'm really cool, and you are all infinitely fascinated with my life, so here is how I whooped it up:. Walked around in the pouring rain, trying to make plans with people. No one wanted to see me. Went home, soaking wet, drank wine and watched the first episodes of Battlestar Galactica. And I fell asleep and called her Nel when she was trying to put me to bed. Nel is my sister. What was...
