This is like a strong cup of coffee in the morning.
Like a swift kick to the throat.
Like the point of a nightmare where you wake yourself up screaming, extended for an entire lifetime.
Like an injection of pure adrenaline injected Uma Thurman-style.
Book sales don't validate your existence
And Tucker Carlson may have lost the bow tie but the arrogant tone and wanna-be likable demeaner- Still makes me vomit in my mouth.
God? It's me, Kristin. Can I kill her? Please?
And then there's this: Al-Zarqawi killed in Iraq
Okay. What about the other guy? To quote GOB Bluth, "COME ON!"
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I like reading you blog Kristin. You're funny and insightful. Not like that Cathy Griffin. Her bit is self-deprication without the funny 'cause it's sad or funny 'cause it's funny.
(Heart) Z
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