Dammit, I should have asked for samples.

This is so weird, my derm just recommended it to me today. I'd never heard of it before, and now twice in an afternoon!

You should have seen what I brought to dinner that night, Mark. Yarn for miles. (But I only took up one seat, jeez!)

Don't forget to thank Bush, who extended it by a month so we'd drive more and use more gas.

Weird, was yesterday Drink Bourbon with Exes Day (observed)? Did anyone else do this too?

I'm also getting over jet lag, so it piggybacked on that to the point where I just got out of bed.

<faints dead away>

Wait, WAIT! Who's that hotness saying "Take off your clothes"?

Get in line.

My first love was a poet and an artist. Seriously, we met in Creative Writing Club. When we went off to separate colleges, we wrote several letters a week, and his were gorgeous both in word and in design. I kept them all; they're tied up with ribbon in a keepsake box my grandfather built for me.

Oh, I wasn't referring to GT; I've never even been there. Mine really was a completely different site, utterly untouched by Denton.

Yeah, that's what I used to thing about another online community I was in (with Burt!); we shared *everything*. But then the whole place descended into a high-school-level mean-girls scene of back-stabbery and toxicity, so I left. And now it's hard to trust an anonymous online community again! (Which is really too…

I feel like I haven't quite got the hang of the community aspects of Kinja yet. But if I did, I would totally post some for you guys.

I feel that porn I write is the best porn. But then yes, I do read it. I should go do that...

yup, there's no hiding. When I posted my celebrity story about Batali's morning wood, a friend texted to say she's seen me on Jezebel.

But this is not secret single behavior! I do this in front of anyone who happens to be in the house when the kitty muse strikes.

Oh god I do this too! But I choose really cheesy, bad songs, most frequently "Joanna":

God I miss smoking. I had one a few weeks ago and it made me feel like crap. But today I had a four-hour drive, and it was all I could do to not pull over and buy a pack.

True, I was drunk whenever I did it.

Oh god yes. I'm friends with so many "exes" that I don't remember dating at all. But apparently they do, because they keep reminding me that we used to date.