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May 03, 2007



Try telling the Maytag guy about how you're feeling very aware of your teeth, and see what happens.


I'm on the phone with them right now, because the guy just called and said he's not coming today. I think that certain very sensitive equipment would be able to detect smoke emanating from my brain.

But thanks for the laugh, which caused me to spray Fresca all over my MacBook.


Your doctor might have found nothing wrong but I'm prepared to diagnose a wicked case of Maytagitis.


Your feelings about your doctor are the complete opposite of my feelings about mine. He absolutely DOES NOT LISTEN. Plus, last time I was there he made a snarky remark about my freckles. I need a new doctor.

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