A Buckeye is a Nut
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"Gamely attempting wiseassery since 2006"
About Me
- Mags
- Somehow, the disturbed and twisted person I am (and have always been) has ended up to be a sickeningly happy wife, professional, and mother of two. How can I be true to my dark, goth heart, in the face of this horrible irony?
People Who Love Me (Or Who Have At Least Met Me, which is Technically The Same Thing)
Websites of People I Do Not Know, but Aspire to Their Supreme Coolness:
Blog Archive
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2006
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September
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- Same-Sex Marriage?
- Crap crap crap
- The Mags Official Seal
- First: An official diagnosis. Next: Bagina!
- Don Walser dies
- My belated response to the 9/11 anniversary
- What Princess Bride Character are You?
- Remembering Ann
- I'm not at ACL Fest
- Talking of Michaelangelo, and pain medications
- Haikus to my lower body
- Mags' Giggle Du Jour
- Told you so
- A Buckeye is a Nut
- Friday Night Light Beers
- Delusions of Grandeur
- More photo joy
- Denver, Cuteness, Friends, and Jesus
- I hate Blogger
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September
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2 comments:
A nut that SPANKED SOME LONGHORN ASS! WOO!
(Yeah, I've lived here for 27 years. But once a Buckeye, always a Buckeye.)
My mom always insists I carry a buckeye in my purse. The yare apparently good luck for travellers.
Hey, she's German, and superstitious, ok?
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