Scary is as scary does

Recent realizations:

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  Everything I own is either covered in white dog hair and/or mysteriously decorated with dog bite or claw marks, including my Jeep.
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  Our president thinks we are even dumber than he previously thought we were. I'm throwing one big yellow "bullshit" flag on his "Asian terrorists crashing a plane into a building that doesn't exist" announcement. How did illegal wire taps prevent this event at the very moment the shoe-bomb wearing thugs were at the cockpit door? How does that work again? Please, get better writers; Arrested Development was cancelled, talented writers are out of work and available for immediate employment.
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  My hair looks cuter shoulder length than it did "all Marcia Brady" and half way down my back. And it makes me look younger, but not as young as a teenage Marcia Brady.
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  Morning sex is actually fucking fantastic with the right person. Wake me up anytime (you know who you are).
• Aimee Mann wrote "She Really Loves You" (from "The Forgotten Arm" album) about Fresh Pepper. Consider the evidence in the first verse and chorus:
  Sitting in your father's basement, waiting for the phone to ring
  Still in your pajamas, Baby
  Made up some excuse to see you, said you didn't feel a thing
  Tired of all the drama, Baby
  But still the moment you hear, the moment you know, you know you'll come running baby
  Still the moment you hear, that she really loves you.
  See what I mean?
  
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  I want it to be summer already.
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  I was thinking about this whole "idiot company buying our company" business and about the conversion and moving to a new building in a different city. I want no part of it. I want the severance pay, I'm officially cashing in.
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  I'm not as much of an artist as I thought I was after doing two 4" x 4" paintings. Maybe I just don't deal with really scary deadlines. Yeah, that's probably the problem. I am an artist, just don't like the pressure.
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  I scare myself sometimes. And not in a good way.