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Late night thoughts:

I am not a shoe slut, but finding out that Christian Louboutins come up to a size 12 makes me wish I had $800 or so lying around so's I could buy some peep-toes with five-inch heels and red soles and pretend I'm Posh Spice.

The LOLCAT bible wiki is my favorite thing in the right now.

I hope iTunes doesn't take as long getting America's Next Top Model up this week as it took them to put up How I Met Your Mother. (I have grown oddly fond of HIMYM, by the way. It needed some time to percolate, but now the main couple doesn't irritate me so much, and all the rest is Jason-Segel-Neil-Patrick-Harris-Aly-Hannigan-flavored goodness.)

That is all.

How "adorkable"!

Aw, Safire's such a cute old man. Does this remind anyone else of that old "grungespeak" article in the Times? (I still think that anyone who can come up with "swingin' on the flippety-flop" off the top of their head is a genius.)

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When I was a very little girl, there was a bakery down the street from my house where my mother and I would go and buy cookies. (It was in an old house right next to Panos, if that means anything to anyone reading this.) I am suddenly craving their pumpkin cookies. It's been more than 20 years since the place closed, and I can still taste them. Want. Can't have. Bogus