April 2009
Disaster central
I’m at the dentist’s office for the millionth time getting my temporary front tooth glued back on because it flies off whenever I laugh… And they couldn’t find me in the computer. Finally, after searching all these different terms, they discovered that they couldn’t find me because they put me into the computer under the name “Meganhan McNeily”. What? How...
My IMDB page!!! →
Just the beginning, boys and girls!
my apartment is the size of her dining room. →
so depressing!
I just read that one of the ny times writers that won a pullitzer was laid off back in January… Ouch.
Vicky: Oh dilly dally. He's cute.
Me: We're 24, we were like six when he was born.
Vicky: There's nothing wrong with being a cougar.
... two hours later
Vicky: Zac efron is my new everything
True fact
I haven’t ordered delivery in 2 months. Meg McNeill sent via Blackberry
bueno! →
I’m just like 2 blocks out of the delivery area… I’m sure they’d make an exception, right?
love. →
Vicky: (at my apt building) Stop. Stop. STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!!
Cab driver: (passing my street) WHY YOU SHOUTING?
