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Immaculate Mary

Well it's officially the holiday season. I had an argument with a cab driver yesterday about the merits of Mary as a strong figure in the Catholic church. I told him Mary was born without sin. He said, no she wasn't. All I could think of was, I'm a bad Catholic. And I'm really late for this meeting.

Nice cult people

I think Scientologists are the nicest, most well-spoken cult people I've ever met. I often run into them handing out fliers in Dupont and asking me to join for a two-minute tour. I have to say, every single one of them has been such so cultishly cordial.

Short people

I saw a short man and a short woman holding hands on the street today. They were the littlest people I'd ever seen. Well, aside from actual little people. And I thought, well I'm sure glad they found each other.

Pie

My aunt generously donated one of her fantastic pumpkin pies to me last week. Back in my lonesome apartment, I have been eating it out of the pan with a fork. No slices. No plates. Just pure unadulterated pie. I figured, why the hell not. It's my pie.

Booyah

All I can say is, I've never been so content to be so utterly exhausted. I spilled my coffee about six times, almost fell asleep at the keyboard twice and walked into a glass door. With force. But you know what, I felt secure for the first time in eight years. Here's to democracy.

Fuzzy bar memories

I saw a man on the bus today that looked so incredibly familiar. For the life of me, I just couldn't place him. And then it hit. I'm pretty sure we had some kind of encounter at a bar, on some random night, within the past 10 years. I thought about approaching him, but can you imagine that conversation? "Hey, random guy. We might have met at bar sometime in the last decade. I don't know what I said, how drunk I was, nor do I remember how the night ended, but how 'bout that number again?"

Defriend

Only in this surreal online world can you so bluntly "defriend" someone. I never thought it would happen to me. I also never thought I'd be so hurt. Over the weekend, as I was conducting my regular round of Facebook stalking - I mean, um, catching up with old friends - I hit a roadblock. Much to my dismay, I was no longer friends with someone. The nerve. So what if I broke up with your brother? I think I still deserve access to your wall.

High heel race

There are times I think I was not meant to be a girl. Like this morning, when I decided to spice it up and wear sexy boots over my jeans. I left my apartment, barely made it up the stairs, saw a bus approaching and thought, "There is no way in hell I am running to catch that." The drag racers in Dupont wear heels far better than I.

Skim and whip

I ordered a pumpkin coffee drink at Caribou today. I asked for it with skim milk. The man behind the counter then said, "No whip?" I replied, in a flirty tone I later regretted, "Oh no, I want the whip." He smirked and I couldn't quite figure out if it was because of my hypocrisy in ordering nonfat milk topped with fatty whipped cream, or if it was because the thought of a whip excited him. A disturbing moment to say the least.