Maureen -- [noun]: A dance involving little to no clothing
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First lightning bug caught.
In bloom: hydrangea, catalpa, crepe myrtle, and some horrible tree in the park that smells like a mix between used condoms and Crispix. Apparently it evolved to be pollinated by whores in need of breakfast.
It's not even seven a.m. and I am at work already. I think I will just stay here in my office chair; my commute led me to believe that I am suffering from a walking problem. If I leave this chair, I am liable to fall down an open manhole or trip on a grasshopper and break my mandible or some other useful accoutrement of my existence.
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As went the Late Justice Potter Stewart, so goes Sandra Day O'Connor Fish. I think I am done with the aquarium for a bit. Alas.
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"The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers faced east."
Did anyone else read The Westing Game growing up? I read it about 1000 times, always wanting to be as smart as the girl in the book, and always knowing that I would never have won the Westing Game, that I would never have figured it out, and that I would never be as smart as the girl in the book.
As someone who basically has defined herself, her entire life, as being "the smart one," I found the book to be an eternally humbling experience. In fact, my current high levels of smugness may be directly attributable to not having read The Westing Game in at least twelve years.
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I have had this song stuck in my head, pretty much all the time, since approximately 1983.
Also, this one. The end is so wondrous. God forbid I ever have children, this is all they're ever gonna hear from me. My mother used to serenade me with mournful Joan Baez classics, but for my kids, its going to be llamas with dentists' appointments and snack-greedy ladybugs, 24/7.
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Summer always gets me going.
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Approach, smoach. Law students don't approach things: they blow right past them. Law students are so crazy that they roll right through crazy town, past crazy-country, over the crazy sea, and come out on the OTHER SIDE of the globe, so that the people studying them think they haven't even gotten there yet.
I, for one, would give several genuine American dollars to know just how many students in my class at Georgetown were on Prozac, Paxil, or similar drugs by the end of their three years of law school, who had not been taking such medications prior to law school.
There is only one thing more horrible than law school: the bar exam. It has been a point of perverse satisfaction to me, more than once in the past four years, that no matter how bad my life seems, no matter what may befall me, the sorrows I bear are nothing, nothing, nothing compared to the bar exam. Which is over. Forever! Ha!!!!
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I'm selectively lazy.
I need some new vices. Happy listening to new music and contemplating new projects, even though it all comes down to having to get up tomorrow morning and go jogging and go watch my calories and go be a lawyer again.
I get to stop those things often enough that life is kind of fun. But it could be funner! To that end, I suggest you have a party this weekend. Oh, and invite me. Or that party will be TOTALLY LAME.
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"Both papers agree that the social norm of leaving the toilet seat down is inefficient in the sense that it does not minimize the total cost of toilet seat operations per household. However, both papers fail to address an important concern: If a female finds the toilet seat in a wrong position then she will most probably yell at the male involved. This yelling inflicts a cost on the male. Based on this omission, women may argue that the analysis in these papers is suspect."
More here.
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Rags to Riches, in the red, squeaks past Curlin to win. We all screamed a helluva lot.
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