Sarah Bellum's Tales of Wit and Charm

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marky: “my nose is alive!”

yours truly: “that’s as gay as i go.”

ben: “i’m either eating willie nelson’s ice cream or making love to him. i can’t tell.”

pmk: “double amputees are exciting!”

marky and i went to the mall last night in disguise as old women. ok, maybe it wasn’t exactly in actual disguises, but we did eat at the nordstrom cafe, which screams old. since i ate a lemon bar for dinner, i made him go to the gym with me afterwards–where we had this conversation:

marky: “hey, where’s (insert the yuppie’s real name here) tonight?”
me: “who?”
marky: “umm…the guy you’re dating!”
me: “shit! shit! shit! (among other expletives)”

tonight the yuppie sent me a message saying he was tired. my reply was, “maybe dating me really is exhausting.” his response, “is that a typo? do you mean exhilarating?”

i’m having a bad blog day–sometimes it feels like with so many people i know in real life reading i can’t blog about what i really want to. would it be so wrong to have an anonymous blog? soooo, rather than skip a day i’m giving you this little gem:
marky and i went to the movie last night, on our way home we accidentally stopped at the dollar store (the entertainment factor of that place is well worth a stop. really, clown statues for a dollar? you just can’t beat that!) muffin top cereal–how awesome is that?!