Evil Twin Slayer.
So, Sarah Michelle Gellar is back on TV.
‘Ridge’ is, in essence, a show about how Buffy actually turned out to be an evil twin who takes over her good twin’s life and then obviously the world (read the comic guys, seriously). I’m paraphrasing, here.
Apparently it’ll be Edgy and Dark! And there’s a Bounty on her Head!
I’m guessing this show will be terrible and I will hang off every moment.
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Evil Twin Slayer.

So, Sarah Michelle Gellar is back on TV.

‘Ridge’ is, in essence, a show about how Buffy actually turned out to be an evil twin who takes over her good twin’s life and then obviously the world (read the comic guys, seriously). I’m paraphrasing, here.

Apparently it’ll be Edgy and Dark! And there’s a Bounty on her Head!

I’m guessing this show will be terrible and I will hang off every moment.

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I think this might explain to you all how much reading I have to do, and how I’m feeling about it….. Berkeley is really hard, guys! Cliffnotes, anyone??

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Remember, back in 2010, when Christchurch had that big earthquake? The country sent all the journalists they owned down there, to tell all the rest of us about it. They cried ‘miracle’ in the street; what with all the buildings coming down and no one getting squished.

I remember feeling bad for the rich people who owned that lovely brick homestead that was pretty much demoed.

But mostly, I was just bored and sick of hearing about it. The St Kevin’s crew all whinged about how Christchurch just needed to man up (and let’s face it, they deserved it for choosing to live in a place like that, right? Prostitute murder-ville, right?).

A guy at work was in Christchurch during the quake; he fell down some stairs and broke a rib, and I thought to myself ‘Look guy, you fell down some stairs. What of it? Sounds like the kind of rollercoaster ride that money can’t buy’.

Christchurch, I apologise.

I’m sorry for not taking you seriously; I too don’t want to live in a shaky hamlet.

I know this, because the millisecond of earthquake that I just lived through (originated in San Jose) terrified the shit out of me.

The windows were rattling and all I could think is that the double glazing would be the end of me, because that’s twice the amount of glass to be impaled by, just like in the first scene of Susperia when that silly ballet girl’s friend gets totally nailed in the face by a falling skylight. You know, because of the witches.

So once again Christchurch, I am sorry. You sir, are a brave soldier in this seismic world we live in together.

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Tonight, I went to a bar. On the way home I noticed how The Pot (astronomically) is upside down. The toilets flush the wrong way and the light switches go up for on. America is super backward.

  • Question: What can you do with a gooch? - Anonymous
  • Answer:

    For those of you unaware:

    Gooch, A.K.A. “grundle” is the area that attaches ones sac to ones ass-hole.”

    Urban Dictionary recommends you daub your gooch in talc to prevent sweat chafe. I would personally suggest using one of those big makeup puffs, they feel luxurious on the skin. I can’t think of any more sage advice than that…

    Except for keeping that thing the fuck away from me.

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I’ve found that shopkeepers in the Bay Area always ask ‘did you find everything okay?’ when you’re at the check out. Because they really care. PS, where were you when I couldn’t find the bacon? That ship has sailed, my friend. Give me my fucking receipt.

Olive x