There’s nothing like that feeling you get in your tummy when someone writes to you, “Um, you know you’re on [insert any website here] today, right?” So thanks for that, LJ. But once I was assured it wasn’t Drudge or Why the F*ck Do You Have a Kid I was totes fine.
Yes, it appears that my firmly tongue-in-cheek tweet about my massage yesterday made it onto WhiteWhine. And yes, that’s right above supermactress Elizabeth Hurley’s selection yesterday.
They’d probably be decidedly less enthusiastic about my selection if they knew I’d used a gift card for the massage.
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Gift cards are so white.
P.S. nothing worse during a massage than a polite Lithuanian girl asking you specific, detailed questions about the U.S. housing market and she’s so nice that you can’t tell her to shut it.