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So Many Bad Decisions
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Hello, 1990! Why yes, it is Christmas in Wisconsin, literally freezing outside, but I am in fact wearing dress shorts. Oh, and how many sizes too large is that silk blouse? Yes, and welcome to the haircut, bangs! The wedge was actually doing OK without you, but now that you’re here, have a ball! Hey, and how is it that after living for many months in Texas, I still look like I’ve never seen the sun?
Well, I guess it could be worse. There was always Christmas 1989. I could explain all of the reasons why that was a shitty year for the holidays, but it wouldn’t change my cheerful wardrobe choice. That is what I would have worn anyway, I’m certain of it.
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Reading
- A Redbird Christmas - Fannie Flagg
- Naked - David Sedaris
Listening
- Barenaked Ladies - Gordon
- The Donnas - Spend the Night
Netflix
- Aeon Flux
- Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
- MST3K: Merlin's Shop