And here I thought I was Gill Sans MT.
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Taking Self Pity to a Professional Level
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- mygothlaundry
- Asheville, North Carolina
- In which a forty something single mother of pretty much grown kids and too many dogs attempts to navigate this peculiar thing called life.
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- At Least I Still Have My Sheets
- More Laundry Disasters
- me and endo the snake behind the westville
- Rock Cornish Game Hens and the Spring Blues
- Plumbing
- one of those embarrassing pictures
- Lice Scare
- alligator
- 18th Century Naughties
- Okay, I Promise
- fog and waterdrop
- I Am Helvetica
- when daffodils attack
- still life with inverted spaniel
- Old Geeks Doing Old Geeky Shit
- Marble and Tears
- I Can't Quite Get the Hang of Wednesdays
- Return to the Infirmary
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2 comments:
That has total potential for geektastic brilliancy, although it was way off the mark with me. It says I'm Comic Sans (I despise that font!) and that I'm completely flippant, still live with my parents and think I'm Adam Sandler trapped in the body of Matt Damon.
i don't get it. Searching the internet, there are polls for what kind of cheese/sports car/dog breed/tree/whatever.
It's really up there with the lame "If you were an animal, what kind would you be?" crud. Aren't we really looking for what kind of person we are? So why anthropomorphize everything else to get to the answer?
Maybe i'll start a 'what kind of cancer' are you poll. It's that silly.
(besides, i'd be Baskerville)
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