Tavie
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carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
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american elf
american stickman
elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Tuesday, November 19, 2002
I was up late last night engaged in womanly cramping and trying to figure out how to make a sound capture from a M*A*S*H DVD. It took me until three a.m., but I got what I wanted. To you, Hawkeye, I clumsily dedicate the musical snippet currently in my brain:
Baby, you're mine on a platter,
I always get my man.
Also: Disney World fever is taking hold again. If I don't go once every year, I get really really sick, like men who don't have regular access to porn. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:15 AM | shower me with attention
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