Thursday, May 22, 2008

Get Out Of My Dreams (And Into My Car)

Yesterday I got hit by a car while trying to enter an occupied taxi.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Coming out of the dark

Dear friends,

Many of you have wondered where I've been. Sorry I've been so bad at keeping in touch! Time flies when you're...

Ok. I have no excuse. Well I have one. A while back I watched this video and it blew my mind, and I've been recovering ever since.



More to come soon. I'm almost over it.

TTYL. LYLAS.

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Friday, February 15, 2008

A Night At The Museum

Dear World,

In case it was not yet abundantly clear, I am just here for show. Not literally "showing" per se, but just to prove the fact that there is nothing hermaphroditic about this body.

I would elaborate further, but I have to go make irrational decisions.

Happy Valentime's Day.

Hugs only,
Andy's Man Parts

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Andy! You Goonie!

Well my friends, today is a big day. Not only did I successfully deprive myself of a Taco Bell CrunchWrap for yet another day (Day: 63; Terror Watch: Orange), but I also received my first unprompted piece of fan mail!

I will spare you the wonderfully gushing and gory details of the full text, but I have pulled a few snippets for your enjoyment.



Well I do declare! "BTW" I must say that I completely agree. You, the most sparkling Blue Bell of my life, flatter me with your... flattery. I am at a loss for words. I mean, I've always known that my life's calling has been to rant about people and things which anger me in a forum where no one will ever actually notice, but it is nice that someone finally agrees. And apparently LOVES it.



But then this:




OK, first the truth, in the spirit of full disclosure. Not a LOVE letter from a complete stranger, but it was completely unprovoked, nonetheless. Moving on.



Really? That is how you show your appreciation for my carefully penned words? I get it. I made mention of it in a previous entry. This is my time down here, my time. I get to say those things, not you. Don't be selling your haterade all up in this joint.

Once I recovered from my rage blackout I had time to fully analyze this email. (Yes, I realize "analyze" has "anal" in it. I'm so gay.) I was also fat in high school. And I was on student council. And my choir teacher made me take speech therapy lessons to help me lessen my lisp. Your hate-mongering fingers were too tired to bring that up? Or did you need to be reminded of those things?

But, hon, thanks again for the email. It made my day. Thank you for taking a break from your jam-packed schedule of watching "Deal or No Deal" reruns in between shopping excursions to Kohls to drop me a line.

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Beyond ThunderDOME

Several of my highly dedicated readers have been wondering lately where I've been and what I've been up to.

First: Really, it is none of your business. If I don't want to post for two months, there's not really all that much you can do to make me. It's my favorite part about the interwebs -- you're not the boss of me.

Second: I can't believe you were still coming back to read this. I know that work days can get boring, but really. Find a charity. Count freckles. Go green. And THEN come back and see what I've done. Don't ever stop doing that.

Anyway, in response to the requests for where I've been, I have been working on a couple other projects. Because I am just that good at multi-tasking. One just recently launched. It's an sketch comedy web series called The Fourth Floor. Check it out -- onthefourthfloor.com. If you've had a recent aneurysm, it's likely you'll find some of it funny.

Additionally, I've been doing this:



a.k.a. looking like a bobble head. But watch and laugh. Amy/Eliza -- they're both geniuses.

Monday, November 19, 2007

I'm Carrie Bradshaw, Bitch.

I know. I agree. I'm tired of the "Dear [insert worthless ballsack here]" posts. But they work. And my fans love 'em.

This is also a place to share stories of the joke that is my life. And to prove to you that my joke-life is still better than yours. Grab a cocoa while I share. This is a brief vision into to my prowess with single, available women.

Don't get me wrong. I get a lot of action. Just by looking at me you can tell it. And yes, it is with women, thank you for asking, everyone I went to middle school with. But this is the story of one very amazing week, told in reverse order.


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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

You Wish You Were a Mustang

Dear Wixom,






(Loosely translated from WEBDINGS: "Fonts don't matter")


Get over yourselves.

Love,
AW

PS -- It's your fault I had to write two "Dear So and So" posts in a row, and now you've made me even more angry.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

It's OK. My Dad's an Accountant.

Dear Borderline Homeless Kid who just bummed a cigarette from me,

My pleasure. Seriously. That's one less that I'll smoke.

But "Hey man, thanks a thousand"?

Really? Only a thousand? I'm pretty sure that you don't have much to offer other than thanks. And you only offer me a thousand? I've honestly never heard that phrase used with anything less than a million.

My pleasure zero.

Love,
AW

Monday, November 5, 2007

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret.

It's true. I really do think so highly of myself that I feel the need to start my own blog. I think that everyone across the internets needs to hear what I have to say because I am just that unique and interesting. You're here, aren't you? Point, AW.


Here you will find a collection of everything related to me. Things I like. For example, things I like about me, and occasionally things I like about you. There will also be a lot of things I don't like. It will be heavy on the annoyances, focusing mostly things I don't like about you, never things I don't like about me, because there are none. Really, don't be surprised to find yourself on here at one point. Because I don't like you. Let me clarify: to your face, we're best friends. But this blog is not directed at anyone's face. I know you better than you know yourself, so I can safely assume that you won't recognize yourself in an article. This blog is all behind your back; what my mom called "kitchen table talk" because that's where it was supposed to stay, around the kitchen table. In fact, you can blame a lot of this on my mother. She taught me to be everyone's friend, and for that I will be forever grateful. She also taught me that janitors own the building, but that doesn't really have anything to do with this blog. Yet.


What you won't find here, contrary to the title, are articles about food. This is not a collection of good meals I've eaten, or recipes I enjoy. I don't pay attention as I eat. I have been starving myself for quite a while now, and am therefore constantly hungry. The constant visions of burritos and crab rangoon have officially affected my brain and mood. Hence the need to start a blog.


Ride it, my pony.