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  1. It looks like all those Banh Mi sandwiches I've been eating went straight to my left knee.
  2. If you must dislocate your knee, best to do it in the presence of an extremely heroic hottie. Thanks for the fireman carry, C.K.
  3. Fueling worldwide happiness, one nipple joke at a time.
  4. I feel 26 again. My youth fountain involves 13-hour workdays, cold pizza and Gossip Girl.
  5. White pants = guarantee of torrential downpour.
  6. I want to marry a millionaire. Tony Millionaire. http://tinyurl.com/pkr3u3.
  7. Words of wisdom from my dear old dad: "If drool could fly..."
  8. My dearest Couch: I sometimes feel in danger of being swallowed whole by you and am therefore returning to the comfort and stability of Bed.
  9. On behalf of his untapped reproductive potential, I'd ask the cutie on the #49 to choose between Chacos, medieval history, and Rubik's cube.
  10. My date for Star Trek has forbidden me to wear my Spock ears. I guess I'll have to settle for my Starfleet dress uniform with commbadge.
  11. Watching ladies get progressively more naked is sexy. Watching men do this is about as erotic as a budget meeting.
  12. Vegas packing list: little black dress (check), trashy novel (check), wads of dollar bills (check), fake boobs (aww, crap)
  13. This new job might restrict my ability to record life's minutiae. Just had some tasty Moose Munch from the free snacks area. So I guess not.
  14. Perfect 2.5 days in NYC. Best bits: God of Carnage, mustaches by Picasso, Cafe Gitane, Graham photos at MOMA, B-Boys, and my mom on Ambien.
  15. Er, it isn't going to get any less exciting in the next hour. Phone tweets are tricky.
  16. One thing about a couple of old ladies traveling together: there will be some naps involved. Manhattan isnt
  17. Lounging in Volunteer Park. Oh, the whiteness.
  18. Just paid a king's ransom for the chance to see Tony Soprano do some playacting. Sixth row, center. I hope he spits on me or something.
  19. Dear Bed: I'm leaving you for Couch. He gives me things you never could: spectacular headaches and zig-zag lines down the side of my face.
  20. Wondering which part of my sloth-addled brain allowed me to book a mother/daughter trip to NYC. Hotel rooms are quite wee there, apparently.