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Greetings Samantha --

Here is your horoscope for Sunday, January 11:

Some march to the beat of a different drummer, but you're a whole band
unto yourself. Composers and arrangers find a direct route to their
intended listeners. Opinions are for critics, and you're free to ignore
them.


Word.

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This is probably the most important thing in the world. Kudos to Manuel for providing a new reason for my continued existance.

Seriously, kids. Sandwiches are really, really important.

And I know that I'll fall in too deep

Jerkface/(lovepumpkin) has disappeared again into his new, hopefully legal girlfriend, but I came across the following conversation today that made me giggle and then sit on my hands:

jon: how bad do you think, on a scale of one to ten, it is to be obsessively researching your current girlfriend's ex?

samantha: elevenish. why, are you currently behaving like a stalker?

jon: see, the thing is that she's really closed-mouthed about her past and so i don't really know, um, anything.

samantha: my, but we are the insecure type. she doesn't have to tell you shit, you know. love only necessarily has to go one way.

jon: she seems to feel like i'm prying, when what i really want to know is the reason i'm better than all the other guys.

samantha: probably because of your hot bod and interesting chest-hair configuration. and those boxer-briefs. oh baby.

jon: shaddup. i just, i like her, and i want to know all the time if she likes me.

the reason this guy is the other half of my brain is that even when he's not talking to me, he's talking to me. i stumbled across this and immediately had to re-plan my afternoon. great minds, you know, they really do think alike.

also, one of the best cheap thrills going is to be told that your ex has been spotted on an online dating thingy.