I knew this day would come sooner or later, but it still came too soon. Sophia Petrillo, otherwise known as Estelle Getty has died.
I wish I could create a netherworld where people like Estelle could frolick and roam free. She was one of the funniest women ever on TV. Remember when she tried to get the toilet installed in the living room? How about when she ragged on Blanche's tiny rack? LOVED HER.
I hope that I'm wrong and there is a Magic Pony Fairy Kitty Princess Land where old broads like you get to eat cheesecake out on the lanai for all eternity. You ruled.
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As I begin to rapid mood cycle once more, I looked to Teh Google to self-diagnose. In an effort to see what symptoms for ADD/ADHD might be and if that might be the latest thing to justify my behavior, I found this:
Yes, what if my mental disorder was a GIFT and I learned from this guy:
Look at the gift of ADD he bears complete with a stiff, awkward gesture like so many magi. How could you not want this gift when the packaging comes in the form of Lurch in an ill-fitting Men's Warehouse suit?Source
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This photo is proof that when reporting about obesity, journalists get so excited about churning out another fatty piece that they can barely contain themselves before breathlessly uploading the first picture of a headless fatty they can find.
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Whenever I Google something I inevitably end up on some sort of About.com page. While they often have good info, I loathe the site's clunky design and especially that stroke-inducing frame that appears EVERYWHERE.
After dealing with three days of heartburn, I decided to see what the hell could be causing it. I still haven't found a decent enough answer, but I did find out that About.com's face of heartburn/GERD is exactly what you'd expect.
Straight out of GERD central casting. What sucks is that it's like looking directly into my future. Hold me, Jesus.
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