November 11th, 2002



Leave it to CNN to announce that 120 people are missing in a town near Nashville and NOT NAME THE TOWN.

I mean, I went to the website, but still... sloppy journalism.

Speaking of sloppy, how about the Malvo "confession"? Gee, this is only the case of the year, so why don't you interrogate the suspect without his lawyer for eight hours and see if you can raise (however slightly, I graduated from the Adam Schiff Law School so I may not know what the hell I'm talking about) the chances of him getting off on a technicality. BY THE BOOK, people. It's not like you don't have the time.
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I just know you've been dying for this...

SaveKaryn has paid off her debt. Her new venture is a website she's calling, the stated goal of which is to sell cute clothes for cheap. If you think you have something that would sell well, you can send it to her for her expert conspicuous-consumption opinion. "Note: Samples will not be returned."

Of course not. She'll be wearing them. Not content to get out of debt by begging, now she's begging you to make her look pretty too.

Karyn, Karyn, Karyn. You fucking piece of shit. If you were on fire I wouldn't piss on you to put you out, but apparently you are much smarter than I am, so I have to respect that, or at least I would if I weren't such a stubborn bitch.

And that's the next-to-last thing I have to say about SaveKaryn.

And here's the last:

If you gave money to this leech, you're a fucking idiot.
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hey look, it's irony

I try very, very hard to be a good person. A decent person. A person my parents can be proud of.

But I like myself the best when I'm being a catty, pissy, dyed-in-the-wool bitch.
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