I think I'm going to do "Manic Monday." I just looked at the lyrics and for the first time realized that instead of being just a "wow I hate working" song, it's also a "oh my god the economy is in the craphole and my boyfriend's a good shag but totally won't get a job" song. Depressing!
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"Having sex with him was the same as eating a slice of plain Wonder Bread while looking in the window of a Crate and Barrel."
And the best ever conversational exchange:
Kid #1: Paper beats rock. BAM! Your rock is blowed up!
Kid #2: "Bam" doesn't blow up, "bam" makes it spicy. Now I got a SPICY ROCK! You can't defeat that!
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You can get it online, or in meatspace, at McNally Robinson, on Spring St near Mulberry. Hopefully, it will invade other locations shortly.
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Love, when you hold me in your sway,
the Jersey barriers of the everyday
Maddeningly dissolve away--
All that's concrete loses traction.
And every word with which I'd say
A simple thing in a certain way,
Turns to a Latinate fotheringay.
Love, you drive me to abstraction.
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I was mildly pleased by the ditty above until the OED revealed that it does not consider "fotheringay" to be a word. Why then is it in my mental glossary as a synonym for frippery? Am I channeling a character out of a nineteenth century novel? Am I simply insane? Has anyone else heard this word?
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