02.27.02 :: 3:22 pm

Dana Carvey's euphemism for an airplane crash is "Lady sat down hard."

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I dread inter-office envelopes. They're always full of dead trees and lame info.

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I'm imagining bananas drowning in hot butterscotch sauce and ice cream. And I caught myself mid-drool.

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With My Boy trapped doing a mailing all day and with not one of my friends online, I am beginning to feel like I'm stranded on an island somewhere. And if there was a volleyball next to me, I'd talk to it.

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