When I wrote this blentry, I could not, in my wildest dreams most terrifying nightmares, have imagined this:
I have no words, because the tackiness has caused my brain to explode. Now I am dead. Goodbye.
Hi! I’m Marcy. Welcome to my blog! I started keeping a blog in like 2003 on Friendster (remember that!?), and quickly became charmed by the idea of telling the internet about insignificant things that I did, observed, or thought about. Aren’t you so glad, Internet??? I grew up in North Carolina but have lived in Los Angeles for a handful of years, pursuing entertainmenty-type things with varying degrees of success, ranging from TV guest star to temper tantrums in which I throw myself face down on my bed and wail, “When will it be myyyyy tuuuuuurn????,” and everything in between. I’ve had some interesting day jobs along the way, including travel agent, “local expert,” and toy demonstrator, a job that consisted ENTIRELY of clocking in, playing with a toy, and clocking out. Right now I’m a copy editor in a tall office building in downtown LA. My hobbies include writing and performing comedy (sketch and improv), talking about getting back into tap dancing, and scolding myself for not playing my guitar as much as I should. I hope you enjoy my blog! I love comments, so please comment on my posts, especially if you like to leave nice ones.
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What I like most is that Pooh is on the beach. Have you ever seen Pooh on the beach? Maybe on a beach towel or a bathing suit? But never, ever in the ocean.
What I like most is that Pooh is on the beach. Have you ever seen Pooh on the beach? Maybe on a beach towel or a bathing suit? But never, ever in the ocean.
What I like most is that Pooh is on the beach. Have you ever seen Pooh on the beach? Maybe on a beach towel or a bathing suit? But never, ever in the ocean.
whoa, computer glitch
Pooh, three times in one day, how regular of me
Wow. just….wow. Where were their friends? their parents? was no one around to tell them that they would regret that tackiness at some point. Then again why weren’t they already regretting it and deciding not to do it? I feel like I NEED to know what they were thinking.
Do you think they actually went out afterwards dressed like that?