"I think a rotisserie is like a really morbid ferris wheel for chickens." -Mitch Hedberg

This is completely nerdy, but I love my handwriting. Really, I do. I love to write in cursive. I love to sign my name. I will choose credit over debit just so I can sign the little electronic pad. I'm a dork like that.

Because I send out letters to clients I quite frequently address envelopes. Sometimes I call Irma over to my desk so che can check out my wicked awesome capital V (which I have perfected since moving to Las Vegas, thankyouverymuch.) (Ok, so I'm easily amused, sue me.)

If I had a scanner I would write entire posts by hand and scan them in rather than type. I am excellent at typing, though. That's not a problem. I have spent half of my life on a computer. ('Cause I've had AOL since I was 11. ...I'm only 22, ya know. ...this may account for my lack of social life...)



Sus: "Aw come on! Give me some extensions and cut my skirt. I can do it."
Irma: "Still no."
Sus: "Give me a tight tube top and some huge hoop earrings. I'll rock 'em. I've got the skirt and heels working."
Irma: "Aah, no!"
Sus: "Oh, did you get a visual? I apologize about that."
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Irma: "Tell Jayar what you won."
Sus: "Oh yeah. I'm the Least Ghetto."
Jayar: "What?"
Sus: "Well I said, 'I'm ghetto.' and Irma said 'No you're not; you're the LEAST ghetto' and I thought maybe someone else held the title...like Martha Stewart."
Irma: "But Martha Stewart has been to prison, so she's ghetto."
Sus: "So Irma told me that I am the Least Ghetto and I said, 'Oh, I won.'"
Irma: "And I said, 'Here's your cracker.'"
Jayar: "Well I'm proud of you both."
Irma: "Proud of us?"
Jayar: "Yeah; because YOU said 'cracker' and YOU said 'ghetto.'"
Sus: "Cracka what?"