Finally, I’m trying to train myself to focus over here rather than tossing off 140-ers over to the Twitter. Meantime, here’s a mix of what I merely thought and what I actually sent:
–Feeling like such a loser. Haven’t figured out a way to cash in on Julia’s 100th birthday . . .
–Happy for everyone who was happy to walk away with bling from Enron on 12th Street. But a large part of me feels the way I do when I see some bodega regular collecting a $2 win on 4,220 lottery tickets. . .
–You name a cat “Cinnabun,” don’t expect it to be adopted. Any more than you would a pit bull named Baconator.
–Burgers in the sky? Does no one remember the Eleventh of September?
–Please tell me weaner is not a word. I got that e-release and actually hoped the photo would be of Anthony’s.
–And I see new documents on Hitler’s habits present the best argument yet for carnivorism. Because he was a vegetarian, “he farted constantly.” And kraut will definitely do that more than foie gras.