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Awkwardly Constructed: The Scar (well, one of them anyway)
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Thursday, February 24, 2005. The Scar (well, one of them anyway). Good lord how did you get that bruise? She squints. "Wait. That's a scar. So, I did what anyone would do in that situation. I lied. Rolling my eyes I wrenched my arm free and walked over to the doorway, placing my arm convincingly against it. "I think I walked into a doorframe, again," I said, adding exasperation for effect. "I don't even remember anymore. Isn't that horrible? Of course, that's not anywhere close to the truth of the matter.
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Awkwardly Constructed: Getting a tan in a snowstorm
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Monday, February 21, 2005. Getting a tan in a snowstorm. Thank you so much! I didn't think of that! And be done with you. Well Thank goodness that someone was levelheaded. I ignored the slight burning sensation that intensified after a few minutes and went to bed. On the other hand.I have a whole bottle of the tanner stuff that I'm loathe to just throw away. Maybe if I apply a little bit *less* .hmmm. Posted by Clumsy @ 9:18 AM. Clumsy in.well, who am i kidding? Massachusetts, United States.
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Awkwardly Constructed: The fucking laser man...the fucking laser
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Friday, February 18, 2005. The fucking laser man.the fucking laser. My office abuts a dermatology office and no less than 4 times a week, elderly patients practically kick my door down with their wheelchairs and canes demanding to know why no one is at that office when they "have an appointment! Today it's the laser. They must have finally gotten enough money out of these people's insurance to buy a handy, dandy new fangled laser machine. How do I know this? I don't need skin! Posted by Clumsy @ 9:15 AM.
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Awkwardly Constructed: February 2005
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Friday, February 25, 2005. Who does these things? Ok, seriously now. Who really. Enjoys "long walks on the beach" and "watching sunsets"? Why do people who write personal ads feel the incessant need to lie about the beach? You don't go there to watch sunsets, you go there to ogle the one hot member of the opposite sex that has accidentally arrived there. And who are all these paper bagger's friends who tell them that they are "attractive"? Posted by Clumsy @ 10:39 AM. Thursday, February 24, 2005. Rolling...
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Awkwardly Constructed: Starbucks wants to kill me.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2005. Starbucks wants to kill me. Today, I played it "safe" and got a venti *grumble* coffee of the day. The coffee of the day never, ever tastes different day to day, so why don't they just call it "regular"? Baffling. Anyway, I made it to my car, set the coffee down in the cupholder and it proceeded to spill all over the car's interior. I got to my office, parked, picked up the cup and coffee dripped out from under the lid, scorcing hot on my hand. "Fuck! Very funny stuff :).
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Waiter Rant: 02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005
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Do you want pommes frites with that? Monday, February 28, 2005. It’s Saturday night and I’m up front chatting with the new hostess. Whenever she bends down to grab a menu I catch a glimpse of a tattoo stenciled above the cleavage of her rather nice backside. I’m wondering how I’m going to see the rest that tattoo when I hear a bloodcurdling scream emanate from the back of the restaurant. Sir, are you all right? I ask the other diners. Call 911 NOW, I order the hostess. She runs to place the call. The wom...
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Awkwardly Constructed: Who does these things?
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Friday, February 25, 2005. Who does these things? Ok, seriously now. Who really. Enjoys "long walks on the beach" and "watching sunsets"? Why do people who write personal ads feel the incessant need to lie about the beach? You don't go there to watch sunsets, you go there to ogle the one hot member of the opposite sex that has accidentally arrived there. And who are all these paper bagger's friends who tell them that they are "attractive"? Posted by Clumsy @ 10:39 AM. I've just found your blog about gour...