I’m not sure that words can describe the pain that will be NBC’s production of “Behind the Camera, Mork and Mindy: THE UNAUTHORIZED STORY.”
So I won’t even make the attempt.
I hear Tina Yothers is set to star though. Now that’s hot.
Monthly Archives: March 2005
You’re unbelievable
03.30.05 –
Will you be having the Moon over my Hammy?
03.29.05 –
Good morning, sweetheart!
Because your Monday wasn’t quite exciting enough, today we’re going to have your ex-boyfriend saddle up next to you in the morning rush while your eyes are still at half mast. That should get your Tuesday started!
Have a great day.
Can you hear me now?
03.28.05 –
I spent my Saturday afternoon and night with new and older friends drinking to excess and eating baked chips coated in queso. My best friend showed up at the ready, bucket of original KFC in hand as well as a medium fast-food diet coke garnished with rum. She drank and laughed and kicked [...]
Friday’s bold statements
03.25.05 –
Men should never drink amaretto sours.
It is apparently impossible to have a true friendship post dating.
Seinfeld just really wasn’t that funny.
And finally, posting anonymously doesn’t mean that I don’t know who you are, and have contact information for people you’ve slept with.
Can you tell me what a Wang Chung is
03.24.05 –
I’ve noticed a recent rash of strange 5th floor bathroom behaviors as well as instances of overly gratuitous public breast feeding.
No time for that now. More later.
Hang up and drive, wingnut.
03.23.05 –
The guy in the car behind me was flossing his teeth on the way to work this morning. Full out flossing.
Who are you that you’re too busy to do this at home? I thought, applying the last of my foundation in my rearview.
Just a thought.
03.21.05 –
I sometimes wonder if it’s all that strange that I am obsessed with true crime. Not the icky kind of obsessed, like I have to get my hands on some nudes done by Dahmer. I have the kind of bug that makes you wonder how some people who seem so perfect and so [...]
Social shopping list
03.18.05 –
Let’s see . . . two rounded cups of Mom still not talking to me?
Check.
