CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

Amanda is this an office at home or an office elsewhere? I keep threatening to bring a coffee pot special for the library at work but then they talk about fire hazards and being thankful for the terrible free coffee and crap.

I know I'm supposed to appreciate that for all its architectural modernity and innovation and stuff, but that much shiny red and orange and silver makes me irritable.

I have several wonderful crockpot recipes but my WRIST BRACE is making me too lazy to type them. I am most proud of 1) NC BBQ and 2) Ethipian-style beef stew. Both have been successful on multiple occasions.

Shit, I wish I had some spaghetti now! Good thing we're going to business lunch soon, only food will banish this hangover. Of course then I'll want to sleep, but at least Sleepy isn't Queasy.

Have you been to the wrist doctor yet, Amanda?

I think I have the BBQ recipe in my sent items from when I sent it to Jefferooni so if you're interested, Jordan, I can post or email it.

I guess that answers that question.

thank you.

You can all peep my red hot wrist brace on Thursday at OLD Timerz.

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easier to check than these infernally long threads

i still have everything though i'll need to buy more celery and an onion.

i stopped reading after this.

what's distressing to me is that my old spice segues so perfectly into my own musky funk that i can't tell when my deodorant has stopped working. i'll have to take a whiff and think "is that more b.o. or carrot cake? carrot cake? then it's old spice."

I want to make the bbq this weekend, I just need to get the purrk and the "apple cider vinegar".

xpost, oh and thanks, that reminds me that I ran out of deoderant this morning

Deodorant stains on your shirt: If you mean the white streaks that can happen if you don't employ the roll-and-duck method of putting on a shirt, you can usually wipe those off with a damp towel. Toothpaste stains can ruin my day, however.

I am in close proximity to too many people who would judge me for stinkin' to even attempt to stop wearing deodorant. I do pretty well with the all natural kind, unless it's super duper hot. Then I have to pull out the big guns, especially if I'm wearing a suit or man-made fiber shirt.

Horseshoe, I suck for not remembering your name last night.

then again, maybe i just smell so fucking good that i should foresake it all together and play basketball for 9 hours a day. i could rent myself out as an air freshener.

Courtesy flushing. Do you? Why or why not?

horeshoe, i am going to continue calling you horseshoe in public because i think it's an awesome nickname. let me know if it gets on your nerves.

Think about what's on your iPod. You have your favorite songs you play over and over, but every once in a while, you're in the mood to hear something you haven't played in a long time. You don't need to hear it but once every month or so, but still, you appreciate the changeup.

Women are like iPods. I've never thought of it like that. What a refreshing perspective.

i've known way more women to cheat than dudes.

Yeah, I was gonna say. Well, not way more, but God, how old is this stereotype, anyway?

can I admit I'm not sure how "courtesy" flushing is different than just flushing?

Men cheat because they are biologically compelled to (whereas women are biologically compelled, to paraphrase Lisa Jervis, use their vaginas as fly paper in which to trap wedding rings); they are bored with their current sex lives (read: once women trap said men, they stop liking to fuck and so on some level deserve to be cheated on); they are too emotionally stunted to maturely end a relationship; or a clever iPod-analogy rehash of the biological compulsion.

Now, as a woman, I find a lot to object to in that article. My question to you mens is whether you find those so-called biological gender imperatives equally as oppressive? I mean, doesn't it piss you off to be told again and again that you're not much more than a giant, erect penis thrusting about, searching for a home? And that you're immature, to boot?