I have a problem throwing stuff out as evidenced both by the fact that I don’t even own a real trash can and the clanging sound out I make when I walk into a room. “Oh, don’t mind me,” I say, laughing at the empty tuna cans and balls of tinfoil which have adhered to my backside like unconventional wind chimes. I was going to refer to them as foul-smelling wind chimes but the thing is that of course I rinse out the cans before sticking them on my butt. I’m not some kind of idiot.
Anyway, I loved this post by Chris Hardwick. Any day now I’m totally going to take it to heart.
“Were you nominated for the Webby awards ?”
The worst trash is always found in your head Alison.
ALWAYS IN YOUR HEAD !!
I find that comment to be neither productive nor nice!
“Were you nominated for the Webby awards ?”
The worst trash is always found in your head Alison.
ALWAYS IN YOUR HEAD !!
I find that comment to be neither productive nor nice!
“Were you nominated for the Webby awards ?”
The worst trash is always found in your head Alison.
ALWAYS IN YOUR HEAD !!
I find that comment to be neither productive nor nice!