While reading some Cathy the other day, it occured to me: I desperately wanted to start pulling out my own hair. JUST LIKE SHE WAS DOING IN THREE-FOURTHS OF THE COMIC STRIP.
And while considering the possibility that Cathy might actually be brilliant, I suddenly felt all horrified and alone.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Meta? Or Just Me?
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6 comments:
Reading some Cathy? Definately just you.
Chris, put down the chocolate and no one gets hurt.
HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
J.
What, a dude can't casually browse some Cathy to help pass the day?
DON'T JUDGE ME, BALZER.
I'm sorry, Chris. I'm just edgy because I can't find a husband.
she makes me hate my own first name.
Not me! Work sucks! Shoulder pads rule! Men never commit! I gave at the office! I have fat ankles! I'm unloveable! Look at my whimsical cartoon mug that is always filled with coffee to get me through the hell that is being a woman working in an office in the 80s/90s!
I love my name! The "K" is for "Killed my spirit dead a long time ago!"
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