Well, this makes life easy, since SHE tagged me ...

Dear kseenaa:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when we skinny dipped as you ate enchilada and I saw you sit on the crazy monk. I'm sure you're scarred enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked our friendship.

Greetings to your freaky family,
Veronica

I tag ... whomever wants to do this.

( What the hell was that all about?? )

There's a doozy

Some of that 'compassionate conservatism' at work, maybe? I think my favorite bit is this: "Just given the circumstances, we think it's appropriate," Fannie Mae spokesman Brian Faith said, citing Kucinich's statement and news reports. "It certainly made our radar screen." (Translation: "When that little bleeding-heart fruit opened his big mouth, we figured it'd be on the news within the hour, so we scrambled to do damage control.")

Now you know how to get out of your mortgage. Oil up those Smith & Wessons!

(She's 90 and SHE SURVIVED??)

thanks to malakhai

Did you miss SNL last night, too?

"I love John McCain - I would take a BULLET for this man - but he is crazy unbalanced."

"I liked being here tonight answering these tough questions without the filter of the mainstream gotcha media with their follow-up questions, fact-checking, or incessant need to figure out what your words mean and why you put 'em in that order."

EDIT: For those of you outside the U.S., you should be able to watch it here.

Notes from a dragon godmother

Dear f-list:

Your Neopetsesque baby dragons and dragon eggs, and scary-as-hell miniatures of Audrey II with vines and mouths and various other tentacles are adorable. But as someone who spends roughly one-third of her time on LiveJournal these days clicking on every god- blessed, one, I feel a right of intrusiveness as a sort of scaly godmother, and have a couple of suggestions:

1. When your eggs and dragons take up more space on a journal entry than the words you type, maybe it is time to stop adopting new eggs. Move slowly AWAY from the pixellated Jurassic Park. WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN YOU ALREADY HAVE.

2. If you start naming them after the Winchester brothers' imaginary grandchildren, so help me, I WILL defriend you. This includes my sister, should she ever figure out where the adoption site is. (Please, don't tell her.)

As for all the rest of you who are dragonfree by choice - keep clicking for your friends. It's what all us cool kids do!

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