2002-06-19 | 6:36 p.m.

corduroy licorice liked to steal other people's thunder. he would download bootlegged recordings of foreign storms from the internet and then would burn and sell CD copies at swap meets.

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let's all say "hooray!" for pablo's positive report card from the doctor! in the woodman's terms, it turns out the spot on his back was just an ink stain on his shirt.

to paraphrase the british charmer, now back to our regularly scheduled neuroses.

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my own regularly scheduled neuroses are bubbling along quite nicely. thanks for asking! in lieutenant of antianxiety meds, i rely on doses of hair and clothing fun to regulate my chemical balance.

yesterday's blushing surfer girl garb got me several "hi, pinky!" greetings around the office and today's screened tee featuring a headscarf-wearing kitty seated on a vespa got me a few more complimentary nods.

now i just have to figure out what to wear with the baby blue, sequined, tiered tulle skirt i found on the clearance rack this weekend. the mind boggles as the weebles wobble.

how i enjoy being a girl.

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