I own a convertible and top down weather started last weekend. I am never, ever, ever going to have "good" skin.

I have a fever of 100.2. I am writing this off as part of a very realistic fever dream.

I am planning on knitting a man's cardigan from a vintage pattern book a kind soul gave me at Christmas. It's going to be awesomely ugly and be my office cardigan for the days the senior management aren't there.

Damnit, cache! You're not a self-cleaning-oven vagina, so I cleared you out. Now give me comments!

@blondegrlz: I recommend the Target brand. They worked (hello strong nails! how ya doin' shiny hair?) when the "real stuff" didn't.

When I got in line to vote a month ago today, I told my husband that it was a serious cake-and-eat-it-too situation. I would get to vote for Obama in the primary and Hillary in the general, and I was totally okay with that.

Liars suck.

Flavio Briatorre's kid, to be precise.

Where's BangieB and the truck?

Having real designers say "Do you like drawing A or drawing B?" while waiting for one of the Olsens to move a Starbucks cup (thus, an indication of preference) does not good television make.

I think I'm going to make myself an egg and then go for a walk before work. I'm tired of hating my body. I think I'm going to use it instead.

Gah. And on the morning my agent tells me the book, she is dead in the water.

@misssgolightly: Cut to a photo of Mary-Kate carrying said bag sometime tomorrow.

@Macloserboy: Hey, no dissing Flavio. He called me "que bella" at a USGP several years back, even though it's possible he had no idea where he was and was running on automatic pilot.

@katekate: I know. It feels good to rail.

@katekate: The problem with Ed Board editors (if my limited, but long-term experince can be used anecdotally) is that the bastard will feel vindicated for running the piece, because look at all the outpouring of venom in his general direction, which means readers, which means money for the paper, which means his job…

@briardahl: I know! And it's complex and spacial, too, if you're trying to take a piece of flat knitting and turn it into a circular pattern, which is why only men knit socks.

Oh, fuck a bitch. If she wants to flit about her ugly house and take care of her husband, and insult her Irish ancestors by worshiping at the shrine of Margaret fucking Thatcher, fucking fine. If she wants to carry around a little tip percentage guide because "figuring 20% is hard!" fucking fine.

The Daily Mail and that WaPo bitch can suck on my math minor.

Actually, at this point, it might be better to go to work, because I won't have time to be depressed. Huh. Employment in lieu of prozac. Might be on to something there.