doocerific
I didn’t think I’d find a set of swizzle sticks at the first shop I checked necessarily, but I still couldn’t find a set at the second or third or even the ninth or tenth place. In fact, most people I asked had no idea what I was talking about — cocktail twizzler sticks? — and one woman at Pier One wanted me and everyone else in the store to know that she had no idea what I was talking about BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T DRINK, and she said it just like that, with the caps lock on, with as much disgust as if I had just asked her if they sold edible panties. I tried to explain that swizzle sticks are the long, skinny utensils you use to stir a cocktail, and I am not even making this up, she goes, "You mean, a spoon?"
What is this spoon you speak of?
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new strategy
i beat her by 723 days
happy birthday, sarah!
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good morning
advances
commodity
where does all my time go [other than gmail chat]? sigh. i'll post again someday.
miscellany
blog hate
faaaaabulous
office personalities
oh boy.
i'm not involved, but this could be a rough day...