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I'm now being followed by my local brewery. Pretty sure that's one of the signs of alcoholism. Or awesomeness. Maybe both.
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It's no wonder none of you are making any money. Y'all are horrible venture capitalists.
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There are like 900 venture capitalists following me on twitter and NONE of them have approached me about my vagina mint idea.
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Also it's kind of crazy that someone calls me "Ms. Lawson". http://tinyurl.com/6dfsol
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@PetCobra The United States of Funk. Fucking amen.
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I know, you're all "Are we ready for a president with an afro and a handlebar moustache?" And yeah, we totally are.
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You know what would be awesome? If Obama was all "You know what? I'm totally growing an afro. And a handlebar moustache."
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Shocked at the number of people who claim that they never pretend to be normal. They must all work from home.
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I have to go pretend to be a normal person for 3 hours straight and I'm exhausted just thinking about it. Are other people like this?
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I mean, it doesn't technically end with an -ia but it could if you were a really bad speller.
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Oh, and diarrhea.
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I could be wrong about Narnia. It's fine to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.
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All the things that end with -ia are bad. Insomnia...hypochondria...Narnia.
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BS Sunday: For when you write kick-ass shit that no one reads. http://tinyurl.com/6rsh9k
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Oh wait. I just did.
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How do I write a tweet pretending to be furiously indignant about the #motrinmoms commercial while not actually caring at all?
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Ear molestation and vagina mints. http://thebloggess.com/?p=695 Even I don't know what I was thinking.
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And so I spent my Saturday night downloading my photos. Because that's what it's come to. http://tinyurl.com/5euy5d
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http://tinyurl.com/64xuxb Going to hell.
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I'm going to a work gala tonight. Everyone else in my office is wearing Chanel or Prada so I splurged and went to "Dress Barn". True story.
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