Whenever I get the slightest bit uppity with myself, like I'm all---I'm so great because I made a donation to KUSC the classical music station or I can fold a fitted sheet with my eyes closed, what is every one's problem? or I wonder if there is anyone more proficient at bath water to bubble bath ratio than me---I seriously doubt it or You know I really should have pursued my dream of becoming a ballerina because I am still VERY graceful---when I am tooting my own horn like this, I have to have a little side bar with myself that goes something along these lines:
DON'T FORGET, ONE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS IS KEEP THE FIRE BY KENNY LOGGINS AND WHENEVER YOU HEAR IT YOU GET ALL CHOKED UP LIKE HOW KATHY LEE GIFFORD GETS WHEN SHE BLATHERS ON ABOUT CODY AND CASSIDY AND THEN THERE IS THAT SMALL ISSUE OF EARTH, WIND AND FIRE'S REASONS BUT I THINK YOU'VE REALIZED YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS AT THIS POINT, HAVEN'T YOU?
Later gator,
Denny from Shop Class
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In my freshman year of college, I would only make out with my boyfriend if he played Lionel Ritchie's "You Are." And he was a Dead Head. You can imagine how that went over.
I'm, like, in shock.
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