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Wet Dreams about Canadia

Oh my god, I woke up this morning, and realized that I’d been having crazy sleep orgasms over Ian Tracey. This shouldn’t be a huge surprise, given that I’ve been watching Intelligence over and over again for the last two … Continue reading

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The Snarky Card Chick Gets Her Nerd On

For those of you who don’t know, I make Snarky Cards: Brutally Honest Greeting Cards. I sell them in bars from a box that hangs beneath my boobs. They will crack you the fuck up. Tonight I will be at … Continue reading

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“It’s called friendship. It’s like therapy for poor people.” -Without a Trace

Friday night I went to the Battlestar Galactica showing at The Baghdad Theater, with my Snarky Cards in tow. It was packed. And it was fun. Cort and Fatboy -the radio guys who threw this gig together- announced a couple … Continue reading

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Battlestar Galactica and Freaky Furry Friends

Tonight I’m going to go watch one of the last last episodes of Battlestar Gallactica on the big screen. I’ll bring my Snarky Cards out with me, and my cleavage, but my first priority is to find out how the … Continue reading

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