My Sordid Past:

Naps. What's next, a blankie? - Wednesday, Mar. 31, 2004
Don't ever do any of this at home. Really. I mean it. - Wednesday, Mar. 24, 2004
If you'd ever said to me "One day you'll be glad it's a palsy" ... - Tuesday, Mar. 23, 2004
Everybody was kitty-fu fighting - Friday, Mar. 19, 2004
Get thee behind me, inner gorilla - Monday, Mar. 15, 2004
You talkin' to me? You talkin' to ME? - Sunday, Mar. 14, 2004
I hate this machine - Thursday, Mar. 11, 2004
Yeah, it's true, you need money for that. - Wednesday, Mar. 10, 2004
Look, somebody has to be the penguin, eh - Tuesday, Mar. 09, 2004
The one where I put the back of my palm to my forehead and go all drama queen - Friday, Mar. 05, 2004
Norma, criminal mastermind - Wednesday, Feb. 25, 2004
It's so good to have a space of my own - Saturday, Feb. 21, 2004
TaTu and Motorhead--nobody said it had to make sense, eh - Wednesday, Feb. 18, 2004
A Womb With A View - Monday, Feb. 16, 2004
The titty loop. It's better to laugh than to cry, right? - Tuesday, Feb. 10, 2004
There was a cat Bojangles and she danced for you, the old soft shoe - Sunday, Feb. 08, 2004
Smithereens. There could be smithereens. - Wednesday, Feb. 04, 2004
What do you say about gonad go go? - Wednesday, Jan. 28, 2004
And I do this because ... um, er, ah - Sunday, Jan. 25, 2004
And just when I thought it couldn't get worse ... well, it did - Thursday, Jan. 22, 2004
Oh like I care about Belinda, thought the cat - Wednesday, Jan. 21, 2004
I'm not stubborn, mulish or pig-headed. I'm DETERMINED. - Saturday, Jan. 17, 2004
Why is it I only find CAT aphrodisiacs? - Wednesday, Jan. 14, 2004
And the girly one would be ... - Tuesday, Jan. 13, 2004
Hill? Over what hill? I didn't see any freakin' HILL - Monday, Jan. 12, 2004
Chihuahua in Rottweiler's clothing - Saturday, Jan. 10, 2004
Me? Gloat? - Thursday, Jan. 08, 2004
I have seen my inner Wile E. Coyote and he's cute, in a pitiful sort of way - Monday, Jan. 05, 2004
The one where I pound my chest and make more gorilla sounds - Friday, Jan. 02, 2004
Shut up. You're not the boss of me. - Thursday, Jan. 01, 2004

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