...why knowing the real lyrics is good...
"You better bring your own sun, sweet girl" makes a lot more sense when you realize that's sun with a u. Especially in a song called Welcome to England.
Okay, I'll shut up about this now. Seriously. As soon as Tori's art director tells me where they got those cuffs that match my silver purse (that D insisted was brown.)
Um, yeah. How's everyone? What's new?
xoxo
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Homemade cold beef tongue sandwiches!!! The amazing Cambodian grocery I just discovered this past weekend around the corner from me has EVERYTHING! Did you know that you can actually buy pig's anus? Hands-down the least appetizing food I think I've ever seen, but I'm thinking that maybe Fidel or Farrah might be able to use a spare one...
Honest to god, when I got this comment notification in email, I'd forgotten I'd asked you all "what's new?" and I was momentarily perplexed and hoping you hadn't had a stroke since our last conversation, Mr Barma, because I couldn't figure out what I'd said that had anything to do with pig anuses. :-)
But now that we're on the topic, speaking of Farrah... I read just today (in EW of all places!) that her cancer is totally early-detectable if they do what's basically an anal pap smear to check for HPV. To the best of my knowledge (and you'd think I'd remember!) my MD has never done, or even suggested, this to me. Do you think they're just negligent or is this on a case by case basis? Like they look at me, squint, and go, "Eh. She probably doesn't take it up the bum."
It's a little disconcerting either way, frankly.
One of the only singular features of having a female PCP is the rectal exam. Not, of course, because it bothers my completely twisted mind, but because I can sense that she would very much rather be doing something else. And I keep asking myself how to suggest that she make a good job of it without sounding like, well, y'know... Maybe that's a reason?
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