Comments by nichole
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oh al, she is SO byron center
i will answer all inquiries once i reattach my corpus callosum, a bit of a souvenir/warwound from my own attempts at forced genius some 3years back...
is that like he-man?
dammit, i can't help these infernal blendings of blissful unawareness and synchronic certainties... though it does impress that commentary can be rendered still more obfuscated without trying atall
strangely enough, the same as the patron saint of msg, bgh, &tvp. all manner of sustenance - yummy!
they vote transcendentally!
thai deities LOVE all things american
al loves nichole's creative horse marinades!
horsies LOVE flowers
chipmunks grant easy access to the afterlife, with little or no prompting
i guess jesus probably had lovely lips
it's been so long so very long
i'mm an alcoholic, says my dearnaa, not me though i love my fuckin innards darlin an i kin TAKE IT
bless meee all
i drew a baby
oni gosen played a show in a dark basement yesterday to celebrate the advent of spring. but i'm not really this much bigger than nina.
out there the birds all tweet and sing (extensive sighing sound effects insert cliched presence here)
since my daughter's birthday party on saturday, i have been surviving almost exclusively on gingerkind cookies and beandip. but the cookies contain flaxmeal and were iced pink via beetjuice, so i am actually now in the best of nutrihealth. try it.
just the liver, for iron, you know
hmmm...further evidence of near irrefutible comedic brilliancies. sooper, admit it.
but what fine coorelation...
you're super, aren't you?
so i found out that i have uber anemia, and i now feel i harbor an uncomfortable identification with sickly british lads. and i am drinking an iron rich tea that may or may not be causing my throat to close up tighter than is customary. hm.
no! it worked!
there has been no air flow through my nasal passages for nigh on seventytwohours.
i still close my mouth for threesecond stints, so i can pretend at looking intelligent were i called upon to briefly do so. so im okay really.
this is my mug at work.
i drink decaffy green tea in it.
yes, i am at least one of the fivehundred luckiest girls in the world.
the secret rolls underneath the desk have been proven factors in the obesity epidemic, while also allowing much needed fodder for the OCD and cookie inclined.