My friend Amy posted one of the best photos ever on Instagram yesterday:
I thought it was so funny—still do!—that I made it the little photo that shows up whenever she texts (or theoretically) calls me. I sent her a screenshot to show her, and she told me that this is the photo she has with my contact:
She couldn't remember why she had done it, but I did. Years ago, I received a spam email with a subject line about how Anjelica Huston enjoys, or maybe insists on, a large penis. I thought it was so funny—still do!—that I sent it to Amy. None of this makes it better that she associates the photo with me, of course.
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We saw a hawk feasting on a chipmunk the other day. It's proof that not all of the nature around here is unnerving.
I have a large, ugly birthday coming up, so my mom is sending me a series of birthday cards—which would be nice, if they avoided certain phrases.
Future generations will wonder why on earth we were made to write a capital Q like that.