1. My friends' kids crack me up. Witness why here.
2. I was typing an email the other day and instead of saying that I would process someone's orders, I said I would "process their odors." I am fascinated by what that would entail, much the same way I am fascinated by that experiment they tell you about in college, where people who are related to one another smell the same. It involves ziplock bags and button down shirts worn continuously for six days or something. Stinky!
3. I told a co-worker recently that I was losing my mind. That my sanity was slowly leaking out through my freckles.
4. I know I've mentioned getting a sponsor for my blog -- ideally these guys (ohpleaseohpleaseohplease!), but after seeing this, I'd take Pedigree as a second choice...
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I feel like living in NYC I am forced to process a ton of odors that I wish I didn't have to interface with. My personal favorite typo is when I type "shit" instead of "shut"(I do this so frequently that when I just typed "shut" right now, I actually typed "shit," then corrected it). As in: "Shit your eyes!" and the beloved children's song "Open and shit them."
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