Moscow in flames, missiles inbound, film at eleven.

Posted on April 1, 2008 by melanie

I was working out in my pajama pants this morning and right after 25 minutes on the elliptical, I started my weight lifting exercises. Halfway through my first set of squats, I RIPPED MY PANTS.
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Maybe I should hire Paul McKenna to be my boyfriend life coach. MAKE ME THIN! And I’m going to need 2 [...]

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I’m not wearing any pants. Film at eleven.

Posted on March 31, 2008 by melanie

Upset at the lame programming schedule of the New York Comic Con, I petulantly stomped around the warehouse and on my second Lap Of Woe, I ran into a giant orange handcart that’s been parked in the same spot for 2 weeks now. When I bent over to check out my bruised & bloodied shin, [...]

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