So, you’ve listened to me rave about Redline Addiction for days now. I’ve told you to follow them here there and everywhere, get thee to their music now!!!

I’ve told you why I love them so… but now I’m going to SHOW you why.

Monday night I was lucky enough to catch them in a recording session for a “behind the scenes” peek at a real band making a real album in a real recording studio. (Starstruck much? Seriously… so cool.)

The guys were absolutely awesome to hang with, my kind of people: down to earth, completely honest, and able to appreciate my Always Sunny jokes. (I was wearing my “Flipadelphia” shirt, and they broke into the Flipadelphia song when they saw it. IMMEDIATE BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE.)

Enough of my prattling! Check these guys out and decide for yourself (and get a sneak peek into the new album they’re recording)!!!

Now you’re convinced?? Good. I thought so. Then you should do the following, stat:

Follow their (very fun and active) Twitter here: @RedlineAddicts

“Like” their Facebook page HERE

Listen to their music HERE

Here’s my favorite song, “Everybody Knows”: Listen

Review and buy their music on Amazon and iTunes! These guys are giving 10 CDs away to the first ten people who do!!! (Leave a link in the comments and I’ll put you in touch!)

Head to their show tomorrow night and support them as they battle it out with other way-less-cool local bands…

And lastly, tweet this post to spread the word!

Are you addicted yet?!?!?

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Today, the 2010 Emmy nominations were announced.  This year was better than most, with “Friday Night Lights” at least being recognized for its outstanding cast (I am convinced that Tami and Eric Taylor are an actual married couple coaching football in Texas.  They are that good.)

The world's most perfect couple. Take note.

Some general thoughts:

While “Lost” may have been a life changing experience for you, I just haven’t gotten into it (yet).  At some lonely point in my life I’m sure I’ll devote a month to watching the entire series and then self-flagellate for ever daring to speak ill of “The Gospel According to J.J.”  Sorry, y’all. This is one hatch I’m just not going down.

Saturday Night Live should never receive an award for anything.  However, Betty White was nominated for her appearance on the show – I’ll allow it.

Likewise, “Two and A Half Men” should be immediately canceled and Charlie Sheen should be locked up so he can’t do any more damage. Oh, wait- isn’t that happening? Furthermore, I have a visceral dislike for anything on CBS.  However, I do enjoy their “CSI: Ghost Whisper – LA.”

While I wasn’t initially in love with “Treme” (I know it is unfair to compare it to the Wire, but it was somewhat underwhelming) some of the acting in the show was undeniably amazing. Bunk, I love you, man.

Also, if I saw the “Best Actor in a Comedy” noms five years ago they may have made sense.  Today, not so much.  I get it, Tony Shalhoub, Larry David and this Jim Parsons character are neurotic- it’s gotten old.  And let’s face facts, The Office is no longer funny (with the exception of Andy Bernard, and that’s partially because I hear the Tiger Song in my head every time he’s on screen).

I’ve never seen “The Good Wife.”  I don’t plan to.

Sidebar: Alec Baldwin, you are a golden god.

DRAMA SERIES

“Breaking Bad” (AMC)
“Dexter” (Showtime)
“The Good Wife” (CBS) – Friday Night Lights (FX)
“Lost” (ABC)
“Mad Men” (AMC)
“True Blood” (HBO)

COMEDY SERIES
“Curb Your Enthusiasm” (HBO) – Always Sunny in Philadelphia (FX)
“Glee” (Fox)
“Modern Family” (ABC)
“Nurse Jackie” (Showtime) – Party Down (Starz)
“The Office” (NBC) – Parks & Recreation (NBC)
“30 Rock” (NBC)

ACTOR IN A COMEDY

Jim Parsons – “Big Bang Theory” — Charlie Day (Charlie)“Always Sunny in Philadelphia)
Larry David – “Curb Your Enthusiasm” — Adam Scott (Henry)“Party Down”
Matthew Morrison – “Glee” – Danny McBride (Kenny ‘Fuckin’ Powers) “Eastbound & Down”
Tony Shalhoub – “Monk” — Joel McHale (Jeff Winger) “Community”
Steve Carell – “The Office” — David Dukovny (Hank Moody) “Californication”
Alec Baldwin – “30 Rock”

ACTOR IN A DRAMA

Bryan Cranston – “Breaking Bad”
Michael C. Hall – “Dexter”
Kyle Chandler – “Friday Night Lights”
Hugh Laurie – “House” — Ron Pearlman “Sons of Anarchy”
Matthew Fox – “Lost” — Clarke Peters (Albert Lambreaux) “Treme”
Jon Hamm – “Mad Men”

(This one’s a tie. Kyle has my head but Jon has my loins, I mean heart.)

ACTRESS IN A COMEDY

Lea Michele – “Glee”
Julia Louis-Dreyfus – “Old Christine” – Insert anyone but her. The glory days, they are behind you.
Edie Falco – “Nurse Jackie”
Amy Poehler – “Parks And Recreation”
Tina Fey – “30 Rock”
Toni Collette – “United States Of Tara”

ACTRESS IN A DRAMA

Kyra Sedgwick – “The Closer” – Katey Sagal (Gemma Teller) “Sons of Anarchy”
Glenn Close – “Damages”
Connie Britton – “Friday Night Lights”
Julianna Margulies – “The Good Wife” – Melissa Leo (Toni Bernette)“Treme”
Mariska Hargitay – “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit” – Khandi Alexander “Treme”
January Jones – “Mad Men” –  Elizabeth Moss (Peggy) “Mad Men”

SUPPORTING ACTOR IN A COMEDY

Chris Colfer – “Glee”
Neil Patrick Harris – “How I Met Your Mother”
Jesse Tyler Ferguson – “Modern Family”
Eric Stonestreet – “Modern Family”
Ty Burrell – “Modern Family”

SUPPORTING ACTOR IN A DRAMA

Aaron Paul – “Breaking Bad”
Martin Short – “Damages” – Alexander Skarsgard “True Blood” (Oh god YES)
Terry O’Quinn – “Lost” – Walton Goggins (Boyd) “Justified”
Michael Emerson – “Lost” – John Noble (Walter) “Fringe”
John Slattery – “Mad Men”
Andre Braugher – “Men Of A Certain Age” — Zach Gilford (Matt Saracen) “Friday Night Lights”

SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A COMEDY

Jane Lynch – “Glee”
Julie Bowen – “Modern Family”
Sofia Vergara – “Modern Family”
Kristen Wiig – “Saturday Night Live” – SNL must never win an award.
Jane Krakowski – “30 Rock”
Holland Taylor – “Two And A Half Men” – (Charlie Sheen and that stupid fat kid embody everything that is wrong with America)

SUPPORTING ACTRESS IN A DRAMA

Sharon Gless – “Burn Notice”
Rose Byrne – “Damages” – Kim Dickens (Jeanette Desautel) “Treme”
Archie Panjabi – “The Good Wife”
Christine Baranski – “The Good Wife”
Christina Hendricks – “Mad Men”
Elisabeth Moss – “Mad Men”

VARIETY, MUSIC, OR COMEDY SERIES

“The Colbert Report” (Comedy Central)
“The Daily Show With Jon Stewart” (Comedy Central)
“Real Time With Bill Maher” (HBO)
“Saturday Night Live” (NBC) – Anything but SNL
“The Tonight Show With Conan O’Brien” (NBC) – just to stick it to Leno, that dick.






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So, I have a court date on Monday.

And no, shockingly, it is not for indecent exposure, or public intoxication, or getting thrown out of The Royal Palace (NSFW).

Point A: We didn’t get “thrown out”. We were just asked to kindly STOP DANCING up a storm… or leave. Guess our moves were too hot for the strippers.

Point B: Mom, the Royal Palace is a church. Or a library. Swear. Don’t click that.

No, my friends, rather, I have been called to serve my fair city in the way of:

JURY DUTY.

Bum bum bum. *triangle clang for emphasis*

And here’s the thing. Me being me and all, I totally want to go all Liz Lemon with this shiz. Partially to ensure I don’t have to go back the next day, but mostly because hot damn, wouldn’t it be fun to fuck with an entire room of people??

My goal is to make the judge blush at least once.

So, here are the options I’ve come up with so far…

1. Wear a helmet. Preferable of the My Little Pony or Hello Kitty stylings.

2. Bring Murray draped around my shoulders and tell them I have separation anxiety if they try to take him.

3. Turn every question into a “That’s What She Said” joke. And I do mean EVERY…

“Are you racist?”

“That’s what she said!!!!”

(So wrong. I know.)

4. Dress like a Daytona stripper who shoplifts from Fashion Bug.

5. Wear Green Man.

6. Pretend I’m a contestant trying out for American Idol whenever I’m on the stand. Go-tos will be Rick Astley, Pants on the Ground, and “Ambalamps.”

7. Speak only as a white girl doing an impression of Billy Cosby.

8. Pencil in a Frida unibrow, and repeatedly announce that the carpet AND the drapes match the ceiling, while wiggling said brow suggestively.

9. Act exactly like Bill Murray from “What About Bob?”

10. Lizz myself.

And so, dear bloggy cohorts, I need your votes / even better ideas to make it happen.

ARE YOU READY FOR ME, DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA??? I CAN’T HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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No TMI from me today (though I will link yours!), as I’m jetting home to Massachusetts for the holidays. But I leave you with this…

My dear (equally sick-and-twisted) friend Mr. Condescending sent me a little Christmas present yesterday… and after I stopped squealing with glee, I knew it needed to be shared.

You see, Mr. C is a master of all things photograph-y. So, he took a picture of B and I…

and he guido-fied us.

The Jersey Shore's got NOTHIN on us.

(This is, in case you are somehow unaware of America’s latest abomination, a reference to MTV’s new show “Jersey Shore”.)

It’s absolutely perfect, Mr. C. Though next time, might I request that I also be wearing a Bump-It?

PERFECTION.

Happy Holidays, kiddos. Travel safe and all that. Now go get lost in some eggnog (or wine in a can!)

Awesomely bad TMI Thursdays this week…

Tania’s TMI Tuesday

Floreta’s Part II: Wherever the Wind Blows Me

Griffin’s TMI Thursday: The V-card Vlog

Sebastian’s With apologies to all the women I have loved this year

Joshua’s TMI Thursday: Vignettes

amber murphy’s TMI: Christmas Edition (subtitled, the 100th post had to be good.)

JewliaGoulia’s TMI Thursday – 2nd Edition

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***To all my Mama Bears out there, I am totally kidding and I love YOUR little angels and they are completely different from all the other little devilish spawn on the face of this earth. Besides, who are we kidding… just for writing this, I’m probably going to get knocked up with quintuplets. Karma is a cruel mistress…***

1. At night when they were all scared and look at me with their big puppy dog eyes and say, “Mommy, Mommy! Can you check for monsters under the bed??” Yeah. My answer would be hell to the no because I am totally still afraid of the dark. I can’t even sleep with a foot hanging over the bed. Also, why should I get eaten instead of you, twerp??

2. Rumer Willis: Proof that two rights can totally make a wrong.

3. I’m not exactly “green”, so not adding to the population problem? Perfect for putting a check in that box. Heaven, here I come!

4. I already have to wipe my OWN butt, every single day. If I’m not willing to do it for a Sim in digital land, I ain’t doing it for you, kiddo.

5. Children seem to have an affinity for bugs. Let the record show that I am not okay with this.

6. I would feel kind of bad about spanking it when it knocked over Mommy’s wine glass. But you gotta discipline, right?

7. Speaking of the wine, I’d have to drink at home all the time because people would get all judgey when I balanced it on my big, fat pregnant belly out at dinner. Party trick for the win!

8. Maxie said she would no longer be my friend if I pop one out. Unless I give it away. Dumpster Baby, anyone?

9. What if I had a girl? I am the only pretty, pretty princess in MY world.

10. And lastly, because of this. Which I did to my cats, purely for my own amusement. Can you imagine what I would do with mini human beings???

(Sad face… these pictures were lost in the great “almost deleted my blog” accident of ’09. Just imagine Axe Murderer in a jester’s hat and Murray as a bumblebee, and you’ve pretty much got it…)

Wait! Don’t go yet…

EXTRA!!! EXTRA!!! Read all about it!!!

It just wouldn’t be the holidays if we didn’t all get together and booze it up, now would it? As such, I will plan on seeing all of you at Public Bar (halfway between Farragut North and Dupont Circle) for a Holiday Happy Hour on Friday, December 11th.

BRING YOUR GREEN HAT.

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Yesterday, it just so happened that I doled out a lot of dating advice. This is kind of ridiculous, as I haven’t been on a date in almost two years, but hey, I had my fair shake before that.

But this wasn’t what concerned me on my dreary bus ride home after work; Lord knows I adore giving out (solicited) advice by the handful. But it occurred to me, as I tried not to get motion sickness while the 43 wound its way through rush hour traffic… that I will, in all likelihood, never go on another date again. And that thought made me warm and fuzzy inside, like a dose of riot eggnog in a can.

(Sidebar – ohmygaw LOOK Always Sunny Fans!!!!!!)

And then, the crazy, estrogen-floweth–over woman in me took over, and I thought, But what if.

What if one of us dies from the plu?

What if he leaves me for someone who doesn’t blog about our bowel movements, or getting peed on by our cats?

What if Maxie and I finally become famous reality TV stars, and the fame totally goes to my head and I accidentally bone John Hamm (just a little bit!) at Diddy’s “White Party”, and B can never forgive me?*

These are the important questions, folks.

Meanwhile, on the side of my insane inner monologue, I was simultaneously gchatting with a friend to get through the gray and ohsomoist ride home. My ballet flats were soaked through and my cold little tootsies dreamed of a warm fire and a serious comfort meal. Anyhoodles, this happened:

5:45 PM me: it is unbelievable out here

i just want to go home and cry

that’s how gross it is

5:48 PM Lexa: noo

that makes me sad

in the nethers

me: yes

i hope B made grilled cheese and tomato soup

because that is ALL I WANT

Finally home, I picked up a package at my building’s office- a surprise present for B- and trudged upstairs to find a nice bottle of red and shiny bigass wine glass sitting on the foyer table waiting for me.

“Awwww, honey! You are the best in the world!” I called, and made my way into the kitchen. “Here, I got you a little something…”

Without even looking at the package, he beamed at me and said, “Always Sunny Christmas movie?!”

“Uh, YES, actually,” I replied. Then I looked down at the frying pan, where he was cultivating what looked like the most delicious sandwich in the world.

“Um, baby?” As I took in the panini, the soup humming in the microwave, I looked at him in awe. “Are you… are you making grilled cheese?”

“And tomato soup,” he replied. Wait for it… “AND French fries!”

I died. I went to heaven.

And I knew, as I have a thousand times before, that this?

Is absolutely PERFECT, and I am one lucky sumbitch.

*Besides, John Hamm is totally on my “LIST”, so B couldn’t break up with me for that anyway. Boo yah!

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Awesome Announcement #1: You may have seen my tweets that I am honored to be DC Blogs‘ newest contributing editor. My first efforts are posted today- please head over there and let me know what you think.

Awesome Announcement #2: 20SB is now accepting nominations for this year’s 2010 Bootlegger Awards! Totally and completely badass. Make sure to nominate your faves…

Awesome Announcement #3: Since none of us will be looking at a computer on Thursday, other than the boys checking their Fantasy scores, I will be posting the fifth installment of TMI Thursday “Post Secret Style” tomorrow instead, and leave it up all weekend. Remember you can absolutely send more in, any time (to heylivitluvit at gmail dot com)! Every last one will be posted. This is too much fun- let’s keep it going!

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So, I realized that I never posted any of our Halloween pics, mostly because I’m lazy and they were on Maxie’s camera and she’s always going on about having dial-up in West Virginia or something.

All I can say is, THANK GOD YOU ARE MOVING TO DC, WOMAN.

Anyhoo, for anyone who enjoys some Always Sunny in their life… at least you’ll get this. No one at the bar did.

B and I went as “Charlie and the Waitress”…

Here’s what they look like:

And here’s us:

You like the hair? Apparently the Waitress has an 80′s mullet. At least I had the apron and coffee karafe going for me. And you can’t see it, but the shirt says “Philly has the best crack”.

Mom, aren’t you proud?

How about now?

Ahem. We also saw some other adventurous people out at the 4P’s in Cleveland Park… let me show you it.

Tobias Freaking Funke as a Nevernude!

Inspector Gadget FTW

The Bubble Boy!

Creepster McCreeperson McNoSeriously,ThisGuyWasTheCREEPIEST.

He wasn’t even wearing a costume… he just had on a silver mini skirt and HOVERED with a capital H around all the other groups of people having fun. Yanno, cause he was COMPLETELY ALONE. I wish you could have seen his face… to look into his eyes was to KNOW he has eaten a baby at some point in his life.

So all in all, a rousing success.

We’re getting back from Costa Rica tonight, so unless we didn’t pass Customs I will be back in action tomorrow. See y’all soon!

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It’s been far too long! You all know this game by now… Time for another installment of “The Shiz My Boyfriend Says”!

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On G chat…

B:  dirty secret of today: I accidentally purchased a “luna” bar–the fitness bar made for women. I’m going to get my period and grow breasts!

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While watching True Blood, Sookie and Bill are getting it on…

B: Wait. What happens when they’re boning and she’s on the rag? I bet Bill loves that shit.

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On the couch, I look over to see him extracting something from his nose. The expression on his face is a killer combination of awe and horror.

B: What the… I just pulled a girl cat hair from my nose! That was horrible… it felt just like throwing up spaghetti, when it goes on forever and you keep pulling and feel it moving through your whole nostril!

Me: [Laughing too hard to breathe.]

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At home, looking in a mirror…

B: What the… what is this on my face?

Me: Oh, yeah, I saw that earlier. You have one really long hair sticking straight out under your eye.

B: You SAW it?? Why wouldn’t you tell me?

Me: Well, I thought maybe it was just a loose hair or something. Apparently not. Hey, you know how I have that one blonde hair in the middle of my back that grows like an inch long?? I think it’s back. Will you try to find it later?

B: NO. No I will not.

Me: If you loved me you’d do it!

B: Well, there you go. I must not love you. I knew we’d have this conversation at some point, I just didn’t know it’d be about your back hair.

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On the couch, B has BOTH cats in his lap.

B: Baby, will you get me a beer?

Me: [glaring]

B: What?? I’d totally do it, but I’m cat rich, bitch!

Me: I’ll get you a beer if you give me a cat.

B: Puff puff give, baby!

Me: ……….

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On the couch, again. (I know… shocking.)

B: I would rank your overall ideas in your life like this:

1. getting the kitties
2. finding Always Sunny
3. loving me.

Because they’re always cute, Always Sunny never lets you down, but I’ll admit I’m a little up and down here.

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Happy happy weekend, everyone! Don’t eat too much pumpkin out there.

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It’s bad enough that everyone is posting about being  So Excited! About! Fall! The only reason I’m even slightly glad it’s getting colder is because I’ll reallllllly enjoy being in Costa Rica in a few weeks. After that? Hell. Frozen over HELL until what, May? As much as I try to convince myself that winter’s all about snuggling under a quilt from Gramma with the one I love, giving each other Eskimo kisses while we sip hot chocolate next to a fireplace…

It’s freaking NOT.

Winter sucks. All of it. At least in Massachusetts we could pretend to go skiing on one of our “mountains” every once in a while, which in no way made up for five months of ice/snow/sleet/hail/freezing rain, but at least flying down a hill on a Sno Tube while you fear for your life and the possibility you might lose an eye in the woods at the bottom is kinda fun.

(What can I say. I live dangerously.)

But here in the District, there’s no snow to speak of. It’s just gray and mush and God’s frozen tears covering the land, while I try not to get plowed (twss) by the 42 bus on the walk to work. Because, yanno, the busses are always FULL when it’s cold and gross out, so there’s no point in waiting for one to zip by you.

At least they’re heavier when they do kill you, so it’s over quicker, I’d imagine.

But none of these things account for why I truly hate the weather getting colder. These things are a nuisance, to be sure, but I am a Masshole, after all. I will live.

No, my friends. The reason I REALLY hate the chill of the months that end in ‘Ber, is because of my one true nemesis…

EL PUMPKIN.

I can just hear it mocking me… it and its little green ghouls!

The evil, evil pumpkin and I go way back, to the time it made me hurl an entire Thanksgiving dinner at the tender age of ten. And I ask you to consider, my friends… what was the last thing I’d eaten?!

That’s right, my friends. PUMPKIN PIE. All I saw for the next two hours of food poisony vomiting was that cinnamon-speckled orange goop, mocking me as I prayed to the porcelain gods.

Now the very smell of those repulsive, stringy, George Hamilton-colored innards make me gag and run for cover. I’d rather sit in John Goodman’s fart stank cloud than be in a room with El Pumpkin.

I spend every holiday meal in fear of the end, when an evil convert of El Pumpkin may try to voraciously foist their master’s gelatinous pie form upon me, banking on my good manners that I will be unable to refuse. The pie is the most offensive of El Pumpkin’s pulpy shapes, but not the sneakiest. Oh no, my friends. That honor belongs to the one and only…

PUMPKIN SCENTED CANDLE.

That’s right, people. As if the pumkin pie and the pumpkin cookies and the pumkin bread weren’t bad enough, now El Pumpkin has found a way to infiltrate my BREATHING AIR. He’s gone biological warfare on me, folks.

But alas, it doesn’t end there. As one final grand insult to injury, the corporate demon Starbucks has joined forces with The Dark Pumpkin Lord, and somehow devised an evil potion that has all of the people nearest and dearest to me constantly singing the Pulpy Prince’s praises! The Facebooks and the Twitterings are haunted by one deadly phrase… Pumpkin Spiced Latte. It would seem that only a few strong souls are able to resist its nutmeggy charms… and we are so overwhelmingly outnumbered, the fight ahead of us seems impossible.

But somehow, some way… I must rid the world of the mind controlling chemical “Pumpkin Spiced Latte,” and free my friends from the control of the evildoer, so that we may live our sad little wintery lives in peace once more.

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***Update: Doods! My site caught swine flu and was down all day yesterday. It should be up and running fine now- vaccinate your children!- but do me a solid and let me know if you notice anything wonky, mmmkay? Xoxo***

Anyhoo. Today shall be a better day. My morning started like this:

Coworker: How old is your little sister?

Me: 21. No, wait, 22. CRAP, no, she’s TWENTY THREE!!!!

Coworker: (laughing at me) Oh, so you’re ancient, right?

(Actually, exactly what I’d been thinking was “Holy fuck, I’m OLD.”)

My baby sister turns 23 years young today. The hooker will always be younger than me, but somehow, I love her anyway.

Dear Sis,

I’m sorry for the time I dislocated your arm. (Accident! But still.)

I really miss making LEGO worlds with you.

I'm pretty sure it looked something like this. Boys drool!

I wish I’d let you play with the Barbies that still had hair more often.

Oh, and stolen less of, um, ALL your toys.

I love how ridiculously smart, funny, and compassionate you are. (Mostly the funny. You make me laugh like no other. But I can make you snarf milk through your nose, so we’re even.)

I’m proud of you for knowing yourself so well. You’re one of the few who never seemed to struggle with that angsty existential crisis so many of us do in our formative years.

(Guess I took on that burden for you…)

Ahem!

My only complaint about you? That you haven’t watched Always Sunny.

There’s a present for you in the mail… you have no excuse now, my dear.

(Um, surprise?)

Happy Birthday, Lil Sis.

Pay no attention to the Kate Gosselin style highlights, please and thank you.

P.S. Moog, Mike, Narm, JP, and most other readers with penii… I am just waiting for you to make some joke about banging my sister. MY MOM READS THIS. Just a friendly reminder.

(Now they’re going to make a joke about banging my mom. Warning FAIL.)

P.P.S. If you’re a blogger in the DC area, you should be a member of the free Washington, DC Blogger Meetup group. The lovely Lexa and I are hitting up their Meetup tonight at Madame’s Organ around 7, and we’d love to see you there too.

Don’t forget to RSVP if you’re coming!

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