Comments on: Can’t Get Through Her Own Door With Her Own Key: CIA Recruitment Offer Rescinded

By: Diane

Diane — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 14:58:45 +0000

Truffle salt! On mashed potatoes! With butter! The only thing you could do is eat them all. I have not had this truffle salt and want some immediately. That is just to yummy sounding to ever limit yourself to just one helping.

I have ending up sleeping in what I thought was my doorway because my key wouldn’t fit (I WAS NOT DRUNK – I swear!) and then realized at 5am that I was at the wrong house. You are in good company!

By: Manda

Manda — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 21:03:57 +0000

Oh my gosh I need to go eat some donuts for you.
Chin up girl (just as soon as you peel your face off that flat surface).

By: Linda

Linda — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:12:48 +0000

A plump legume covered in creamy spud. My god, some idiot actually set you free? He will never again find such fun.

By: Amanda Brown

Amanda Brown — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 04:02:10 +0000

Shoot. I just read your last few posts and am so sorry to hear about all that’s gone down. I wish you some happier days as you get settled in your new place and know that we are all thinking of you.

By: Kerri Anne

Kerri Anne — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 20:05:36 +0000

I used to think about that when I was watching Alias; I would wonder at which point I would be fired from the CIA. I figured it would be when I ran into the middle of the street screaming “I’m in the C.I.A. I’M IN THE CIA!”

(Oh, and: watch your mailbox! The barrage of cards has begun, amen.)

By: The Over-Thinker

The Over-Thinker — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 01:32:12 +0000

Okay, so the Bourne Identity, you’re not. But still, I’m pretty sure you could give him a run for his money. If not you, than for sure your dad (with his door-removal talents).

I sure hope the surface you face-plant on isn’t like a place-mat with a terrible embossed pattern b/c who the hell would want to have to explain that for days? Although, I suppose it would be a nice diversion from the Great Relationship Dissolution of 2008 questions I’m sure you’re getting. “Hey Moose, so sorry to hear about your break- WHY DOES YOUR FACE LOOK LIKE A PIZZELLE?”

In all seriousness, I hope each day gets a bit better.

By: margot

margot — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 23:36:16 +0000

A few months ago, I spilled split pea soup (the add water kind, it was to be my post-security snack) inside my carry-on. Right before an international flight. I smelled like soup for 10 hours. Gross!

Wishing you all the mental band-aids I have to help get you through this!

By: Rhi

Rhi — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 19:47:35 +0000

I’m too ashamed to admit just how many times I have done this. I currently live in an apartment complex I used to live in a few years ago. I’ve tried several times to open my old mailbox, have parked in my old parking spot, and walked toward my old apartment.

It’s a matter of time before my car is towed, and I am arrested for breaking and entering, and also tampering with the mail. Which I beleive is a federal crime.

By: ali

ali — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 18:47:22 +0000

forget the virtual cinnamon rolls…i’ll send you some potatoes

By: camels & chocolate

camels & chocolate — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 16:58:56 +0000

Lucky for you (and your friends, cubemates, etc. it seems), it’s Friday! And I could totally be talked into brunch tomorrow in your hood if you were so inclined…