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Instead of seeing David Sedaris in Englewood this Sunday night, I will be in Westchester celebrating my uncle's 50th birthday.

I think you know what I say to that. (Hint: it's a palindrome. Other hint: backwards it spells "p-o-o-p".)

I'm at Mint Manor now, 'cause it's Thursday night and that's where I like to be, Thursday eve through Monday morn, unless otherwise called away.

I bought a pair of capri pants today so that my tattoo will be visible in the warm months. That's a fascinating fact and I'm so glad I shared it.

Gina and I watched the DVD-commentary of Same Guys, New Dresses and, consequently, I am quite worn out with constant laughter.

Why is it that I do not believe that overweight people are inherently unlovable, and yet the chief reason I do not love myself is because I am fat? That can't make sense. It should mean that I can't love fat people, and yet many of the people I love most in the world are overweight. It is puzzling to me. What is the meaning of this?

In my head now is Rush's "Time Stand Still". Really scary. I do an amusing imitation of the guy from Rush singing the words "time stand still". Well, amusing to me. Me and only me. Yet I keep doing it, just as I doggedly insisted on repeating that scene from Family Ties that amused me so last weekend, to the sound of crickets every time. ("You listen here, buster!" "Don't call me "buster", Keaton!" "I didn't call you Buster Keaton!") Because my most important audience... is me. Fatso.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:31 AM | shower me with attention